Sybok waved back as they parted, and then began the long walk down the interior street towards the main boulevard. With some luck, he'd be able to catch a bus or a train right as it was on its way into downtown, with time left enough for a small dinner. Leaning up against the support post of one overhang and waiting for said transport, he pulled out his communicator.

Rest and work on your shields. I'll call you later.