"I've never actually been to Omega before," Anders says, looking
around, eyes lingering on the drunk passed out, hopefully passed
out, against the wall. "It's... loud."  It is definitely that.
Music from the nearby clubs thunders through walls lined with
flickering ads, and smoke chokes the air from where the
ventilation's either dead or dying. Hawke keeps moving, because
that's the game.  "It's worse than I imagined it," he continues,
mostly to himself. "Everyone has a price here."  Aveline's mouth
tightens, but Hawke just glances at him. "Apparently yours is
twenty-thousand credits."  "It's not for me," Anders says. "If I
could keep everything running free, I would. We had a settlement
on Eden Prime for a while, we ran on donations, but the
Alliance..."  Lucky for Anders, then, with that geth attack a
year back. "Why not just go somewhere habitable?" Hawke asks.
"Has to be better than your current digs."  "Then we'd still
need funds to move everyone." Anders stops and fixes him with
what could be a glare if