He's going through his old history lessons, trying to figure out if that's low-end or high-end technology for this day and age. The store looks nice, though, a bit stuffy and antiseptic - catering to whims and not needs, so he can guess what market it's going for.

His eyes scan the rest Square, looking for anything else, business or more likely pleasure, that might spark a clue.

Instinctively, he keeps darting his eyes to the sky to look out for the Public Eye flyboys hounding him - the old habit dies hard. All the vehicles are earth-based, and there's no maglev, even.

Deep breath.

He chances another look at the Tallus, on the off-chance it'll decide to be specific again.