The seediness of it made him raise an eye, was it really the only place machines could gather away from supervision? Supposed he shouldn’t be too surprise. So after shaking her hand, he paused to stare at her briefly before smirking a bit.
“Really now?-Getting more curious here.” He chuckled before stepping his boots a bit closer to the cowgirl. “Sure I got time, Sheriff. Lead the way.”
She saw that raised eye. “Well, it’s the only place to hang unless you wanna go out into the forest where there’s nothing to do.” As if she knew what he was thinking. It was a common sentiment, from what she understood, to outsiders.
Turning on her heel, she briskly walked down town, to a quiet little place with a metal door. It was slightly ajar- a maintenance door for the sewers. She opened it, and walked down the tunnel. At first it was quiet, and a little dank, but then it opened up into something dry and fantastical.
It was like a market- not the hugest thing in the world, but clearly this section of otherwise unused sewer was being put to good use, and there were plenty of robots. Some looked worse for wear, many looked menacing, some looked weak and pathetic. There were market stalls, beggars, and towards the back was a bar where patrons drank E-tanks and played poker or cards.
The sewer’s architecture consisted mainly of two raised sections, walkways above what most likely held the human’s waste water before it was abandoned. Bridges of metal scrap connected the two sides together, looking surprisingly sturdy. A rudimentary lighting system cast just enough light to see by, but enough darkness to make it feel safe for those wanting to do illegal trades or similar activities.
This all went on for yards and yards, twisting around corners and bends. Around one corner, not quite visible from the entrance was a lot of commotion- possibly a fighting arena.
“So, what do you think?” She turned to gauge his reaction.