Deimos walked down the dusty street, ignoring the looks of glaring eyes that stung his back from pedestrians on the street, trying to size him up to see if maybe he'd be their next victim. He ignored them, just trying to find a place that looked decent, somewhere he could get out of the cold rain. As he strolled into down the street, keeping his head low and his eyes on where he was going, determined not to run into someone and get mugged on his first day in the Slums.