Vashari in the morning moved at a pace that the human continent's cities didn't.
There was plenty happening. Merchant stalls operating. Port traffic managing itself through the organized chaos of a functioning international hub. Children of seven or eight different beastfolk species running errands or simply running, as that is what children did regardless of species.
The difference was in the quality of the activity. Nobody seemed to be performing urgency. Things happened because they needed to happen, at the speed at which they needed to happen, without the ambient pressure Owen had always registered in Nexus Prime's streets: that city-wide hum of people in a hurry to get to things that were also in a hurry.
