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[Czes is standing in the shade as much as he can, people watching with a bottle of sunscreen in hand, because he doesn't want to get sunburnt. His skin's not going to heal from that here! But he doesn't trust that bottle of sunscreen his drone-mother handed to him before he left the house. What if it's like the milk? What if it's some sort of evil acidic substance Mayfield provided that's going to melt away his skin?

Something to stop the sun from burning his skin? Yeah, that sounds great. Inventions can do amazing things, but he totally doesn't trust the stuff he's being given in this city. Yeesh...

So he's people watching. Trying to find faces that look familiar, or even friendly.]