Shopping, at least openly like this, is a new experience to Leo, too. He’s used to huge numbers of people, of course (compared to New York, half a million is quaint), but he’s usually avoiding them.

He’s avoiding them here, too, because while he knows he won’t get whisked off to a lab somewhere as a science experiment, the anti-Meta sentiment around means that a humanoid turtle would definitely attract the wrong kind of attention.

But he needs a sword. And he’s having a hard time getting one online that will actually get shipped via mail to the hotel, so he’s here in the actual shopping mall, hood up, sunglasses on (inside), moving around without trying to catch anyone’s attention.

So of course he bumps into someone.

“Whoops,” is all he says when he collides with Sol.

And of course the hood goes down. He yanks it back up as fast as possible.