Che takes his cup and clasps it in both hands, smelling the tea for a moment, then blows over it and peers up towards the sky, a misty white, but very bright in contrast with the dark high-rise buildings lining the streets in this area, their upper parts veiled by the mist. An occasional hovercar manuevers above the capsuleer's heads, between the buildings, careful not to collide with the few cables and wires dangling in the wind.
A monorail rushes past a nearby intersection. It's rather quiet, but the sound of it, as with any sound that manages to rise above the base noise, echos through the chasm-like streets, almost like it's being amplified.
A small group of birds, with white-grey bodies and black tails, feet, wings and heads, is startled by the passing monorail and flies over the group's heads. Ché points at them.
"Look! That's a subspecies of the hooded crow, only found in Arcurio. Hence, they are called Arcuriows."
Ché watches them fly up in the mist with a slight smile while clasping his cup in both hands again, seemingly wishing he could do the same to escape these cold dark busy streets.