As Kevin and Flight kept walking down the sidewalks of Umberlight, the crowd grew thinner and thinner until there was actual space in between the ponies walking. The sidewalk below, as it came into view, was more weathered and more cracked, obviously less well-maintained even though there were much fewer hooves crossing its surface. The buildings around were also fewer and further between, with the skyscrapers behind them replaced by more of the shorter houses and stores. Now that there weren't any massive buildings or large crowds of ponies in the way, they could see the roads stretch off for quite a ways in both directions for block after block.

"You sure we're going the right way?" Kevin asked, turning to Flight.

"Yep!" the pegasus replied enthusiastically. "It shouldn't be too much further, actually—see, we've already entered the Inner Sector."

Kevin glanced around. "Are you sure this is, like, safe? It looks a little... sketch."

Flight raised an eyebrow. "'Sketch'?"

"You know, sketch. Not quite safe..."

"I know what sketchy means, Kevin," the filly replied, amused. "But 'sketch'?"

"Sheesh, it was something they said down in Esprit and I picked it up. No need to get on my case about it."

"Mmm, alright." They kept walking in silence as they passed a few ponies who gave them odd looks but went on their way all the same.