"Fuck," Finn felt his head spinning as he took another look around the place.

Flashing lights. The smell of drugs and oil.

He sighed, pushing through the crowds of people. Some were people, at least. Others were androids or alien species.

"Baby," Finn rapped gently on the door of the washroom. The tracker he had put in her indicating she was inside, "Let me in. I know you're sick, but I want to make sure you and the baby are okay. The fucking things from space are eyeing you--and me."