[He WOULD figure out where he was, and he was fiddling with the weird gadget he'd been handed that morning, the small steel Aron trailing along at his heels, and occasionally chirping to alert him to step around things, as he tried to sort it out.
Clearly the guy in the hoodie didn't warrant a chirp though, and Al ended up crashing right into him.]
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Clearly the guy in the hoodie didn't warrant a chirp though, and Al ended up crashing right into him.]