Too many other things had demanded his attention since his arrival for him to pay overmuch mind to the network after the first couple of days. There was the matter of finding somewhere comfortably large enough to hold a dragon and his rider, not to mention learning all about the metal caravans that carried people along roads without horses and how not to get hit by them, as well as how to use Earth marks--no, they'd said the word was 'dollar' here--and what they could (or had to) buy. Basic survival needs, those. Shelter, safety, food, and clothing.

It was all a great change from home, to be sure.

But he'd heard enough about the town meeting and seen enough panic over the Skrulls to at least be curious. Best to take time out and see an example of the... creatures Julian had told him about on his first day in the City and learn for himself.

"Good afternoon," he said, folding his arms and nodding. "N'ton, Fort Weyrleader, rider of bronze Lioth. I see they've given you a better room than you'd have had on Pern. Quite generous of them."

Nothing too impolite, leaving Fake Sherlock room to carry on a civil conversation, but still a bit of a dig at the fact that it is a prison of sorts. He'd like to see which bait the Skrull takes.