[Keith whipped around and looked up . . .and up. . . and up again! He met a wall of silver and black that sent an ache of nostalgia through him, but the the green eyes helped smack that sentimentality back where it belonged. He had to hold back the reflexive twitch of his hand to salute, though he still ended up straightening to a relaxed parade rest. More than a year after getting kicked out of Garrison and he still had the ingrained response to salute when called to order. His puppet, for some reason, did not get the memo and nearly smacked itself in the head as it snapped to attention. He frowned in confusion, and slight concern, at the small machine before glancing back at the officer.]

A . . .little. I'm looking for transportation out of the city. I was told that aside from the airships the best way to get around is something called . . chick. . cobos?