There's something forlorn about the way he leans against the fence erected around the amusement park. Even if considered tall enough to ride all the rides, he'd never been. Something about the Murphyonic field that surrounded him would compromise and/or obliterate nearby technology? Yeah, that was what lead to him not getting too close to rollercoasters and Ferris wheels.

Still, it doesn't stop him from walking the neighboring sector - browsing the sights, seeking out some sort of work that'll keep his roommate from continuing to provide for them. He hates being a mooch, the fear of being in someone's debt is there. Nearly tangible. So, he goes for a long, contemplative walk through the sector - especially the beach. He misses running the beaches along the lake back home. Maybe he'll start up, if he and Marcone are stuck here much longer. No excuse not to be in fighting shape, especially with a lot of fighting to be done in this place. It ends with him at that amusement park, looking in from the outside.

There's an edge he's come to understand. One that he needs to keep in this place, if he's ever going to find a way out - and it's a little more ruthless and conniving than his morals would allow him to be. The thought of it causes his scarred lip to curl - a wash of distaste and anger rolling in his gut.