Miles sorts through the piles of junk, uttering an occasional 'Ha' as he retrieves this or that tidbit - the kind of person who throws their trash down the wrong hole is the kind of person who is likely to throw away something more valuable than they would if they were paying attention. And indeed, he scrounges a little loose change here and there, but the real windfall is when he finds a lab coat with one arm burned away and fifteen Betan dollars in the pocket.

"That should do us," he declares, glancing back at Asterion. "Now let's go back and see if I can't get that vehicle entrance open, the one at the bottom of the slope. I'm guessing it'll be our least guarded option."