Still, there wasn’t much time to think about complicated things like that, because Barrett’d only ever’d really been to the outskirts of Uberrime before. Whenever he’d been here, he certainly hadn’t explored or even entertained the thought of going to the stores he was sure cost serious money. They’d parked and began their way towards the shopping district, which was a bizarre concept to Barrett. There were so many cars that they needed a special place to put them! He knew intellectually that such a thing had to exist, but the actuality of it, when you never saw cars in Piscari, was...shocking. Seeing stoplights of all things was especially baffling. He was sure he looked like an absolute idiot, staring at every single thing that they came across in the heart of Uberrime’s shopping district. He couldn’t help it, though! “Who can afford to live like this?” He exclaimed as someone in a car that he was sure was -very- expensive went by. Or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know anything about cars, except that they were a. convenient and b. potentially deadly. Barrett would not be surprised if he was run over by one by the time this day was over.
“How are you supposed to know where’s safe to walk? Or when?” It was clear the man was entirely out of his element, sticking close to Z. He rubbed the back of his own neck nervously, fingers chilled in the unusually cold Uberrime winter. He wasn’t used to even the slight frosty weather that had settled over Piscari- being somewhere that it dropped below freezing was totally foreign to him, and it was obvious from the way the man was dressed. He’d managed to find a pair of boots he owned, but the jacket he wore was thin and better suited to protecting against breezes that blew off from the sea than the horrible cold that had settled over the city. He could see his breath, which was an odd phenomenon he’d only experienced a few times before.
The man almost reached for Z’s hand, before deciding better of it. It was one thing to hold hands in the dark of Piscari after a few drinks, but he wasn’t sure Z felt close enough to him to hold hands in the broad daylight of a huge city where he was sure people actually had enough job and home security to care about who was doing what. Still, it was obvious that Barrett was more than a little awkward in the current situation. He just needed to remember to breath and relax and try and enjoy what was happening. For now, at least, his curiosity and awe had overtaken much of his nerves. Tension still read in his muscles, however, in the way he tapped his fingers against his thigh in a one-two-three manner and occasionally scratched at the side of his face. “So, um,” Barrett began, “where to first?”