Felix Caelus

"Strange. Like I'm being... trapped, but it's a really stupid trap." He doesn't feel threatened, but it isn't exactly comfortable to someone who's only ever mimicked clothes from his own biomass.

He ignores the laughing noises from up above them. Being laughed at isn't something he's used to either - usually it's people screaming in terror, or shouting out orders to fire at him. Laughing isn't threatening either, especially when he's sitting on the knowledge that he could be up there popping heads off in a second if he wanted.

"Are all the roads here so... not straightforward?" Alex wants to know. He's used to the rigid grid of streets in Manhattan, predictable directions that nearly always go in a straight line, not this winding snake of path.