[ well, of course he'd wind up here. while nothing looks remotely like home, this might be the closest it comes to something familiar. and some of the things on offer are fascinating, even for someone that generally thinks of himself as fairly jaded.

at one of the stands, he's examining a small plastic container of what looks like some kind of salve. he turns abruptly to someone nearby, nearly thrusting the container into their hands with an arch of expressive brows. his eyes, odd and dark and somehow frightening, lift to their face, clearly questioning. ]

Here, smell that. Does it seem familiar? I'm trying to ask them what they've put in it, but they have names for herbs that I have never heard of. [ which doesn't, in fact, actually mean they're foreign. hence the order request. ]

[ he's not adjusting particularly well. given his abilities and the way they force him to perceive the world, he's been overwhelmed from the moment he woke up. and with the large power source over the city, well-- there are so many strange energies in the air all at once. smells, sounds, ribbons of color and power. a migraine set in some hours ago, and he can't seem to find some sort of equilibrium or respite.

the dizziness and nausea set in within a few short hours, and finally, it's just-- too much. he can feel his consciousness just shutting down to preserve itself, and though he's trying to find somewhere a little more convenient to pass out, well. his body never was particularly convenient.

in the middle of the sidewalk, a small form staggers, then crumples into an untidy little heap. ]