"We're reserved?" Delta asks, chuckling. "You do realize we have legal brothels on this planet, right? I wouldn't call Adaptive reserved. Not even remotely. Just... subservient in a large degree."

He shrugs it off. Whatever. "Some people drift here. I can't imagine why. Adaptive isn't a nice place to live, even when you get past the weather being literally deadly. As a security guard I worry for you, given the existence and almost lauding of mercenaries."