October was walking down a street in the bright sunshine. It was winter, despite the sun, and cold outside but he was dressed lightly in jeans and a long sleeve gray t-shirt. He wore sunglasses to protect his eyes and even then everything seemed horridly bright. The cold wind hardly registered on his radar but the sun...he needed to get out of the sun. He passed a sign labeling the street he was on as 24th street and ducking into the first door he could find with an open sign. He stood in the doorway for a moment seemingly dazed as his eyes adjusted. Finally, after a lot of blinking, he saw that he walked into some form of...eatery? caffeteria? mess hall? He didnt really know the word but people were eating. Another sign told him to have a seat so he walked quietly to a corner and sat down at a table. He observed for a bit and took note of people exchanging currency at the counter. He remembered being told once that in the outside world people had to use money to purchase food as well as other things. Money was something he knew nothing about beyong its existance and it was something he had none of. Deciding he would think about that later he turned his attention to the large windows. The bright sunlight, something he was entirely unuse to from his time in the ward, was blocked by an awning that dimmed it to a tollerable level. He finally removed the sunglasses and sighed in relief. He watched people in coats scurry about in the cold and wondered what they were doing. They were dressed much...better, than he was as well as warmer. To be expected. He had swipped the clothing from one of the millitary lockers during the escape. He had stolen the sunglasses from a man off the street before he even knew they were gone. Bonus to good reflexes. Beyond the insistant blinking to ease his eyes, his face never changed. It stayed unusually passive as he took in the world. No sense of feeling, not even a wrinkle in his forhead or at the corner of his mouth, flitered across his face. He would have looked like a statue if his stomach hadnt growled. He was going to have to figure out how this money thing worked.