Justine watched the two interact with a grin of her own.

Mickey watched as the cars slowed to a stop and she pulled Justine across the street, arriving beside Galvin after a moment. "It's called a crosswalk, cars typically have to yield for pedestrians."

"Uh, people are driving them, See inside the car?"

"Then it would be pedestrians yielding to pedestrians, not the cars, no?" Galvin asked. How odd for the people here to be called Pedestrians. Was it a regional name of some sort?

"What oddly specific terms. None the less, I must admit I am fascinated by the innovations of this time. Even the parchment paper is refined." He pulled the Reynolds Wrap parchment paper from his bag to show. "In my time, they were much larger than this, and had no container."

Mickey blinked a few times at the box of parchment paper. "Um..that's...interesting," She said, deciding to go out and buy him a journal tomorrow.

"Just some comfortable outfits and a dress for anything formal," Justine replied.

Galvin glanced at his tattered and somewhat dirty clothes for a brief moment. "That is a fair point." He said a bit quieter as he looked back at them.

Mickey nodded in agreement.

"Uhhh sure. If not, I'm sure they'll have something for you," Justine shrugged. "Where would they be?" She looked around.

"But there is a lot of tall buildings, anything that would identify it? Would it say apartment or something similar?" Galvin's eyes turned emerald again as he began rapidly scanning.

"Maybe we should ask someone," Mickey suggested, looking around. "They said we could talk to anyone."