"What's up with that, anyway?" asked Astor. "The Sentinel and Overseer stuff, I mean." They'd sort of landed in the middle of all this and had been given no explanation, but apparently on Gaia this sort of weirdness passed for normalcy.
"I guess we could look in the shops," he conceded, although he was not much of a shopper and if they were anywhere near as large or as crowded as the supermarket then she could count him out. However, he hadn't been to any of the real, smaller stores yet, and as much as he hated to admit it, all of his clothes had been hastily borrowed from Rory O'Tate and they neither fit particularly well nor were they in style, and while he was not particularly interest in fashion, he would like some pants that didn't stop above his ankles.
"Okay," he nodded. "We can go look."
