Think nothing of it, [ Kim says as he's firmly jostled, readjusting the grocery bag hanging from the crook of his elbow. Normally that would be that, and they would both go their separate ways; Kim's not much for idle chit-chat, though he's learning to embrace it more with the absence of anything else he's able to meaningfully do here. But his eyes move swiftly towards the headphones hanging around the stranger's neck, hit with an immediate pang of envy. He follows the wire down to a cassette player, far more familiar to him than any of the oddly futuristic technology they're surrounded by, and jabs his finger towards it. ]

Where did you get that from? I haven't been able to find anything that plays music in this whole place.

[ He misses it, more than he thought he would. What he wouldn't give to have the Kineema back, blasting Speedfreaks as he zooms down the deserted streets. ]