Usually when Kevin woke up in a completely different place, there was someone around ready to rough him up for some money he owed. That wasn't the case here, though; He'd woken up in some Asian-esque countryside that looked like it was stuck on the wrong side of the twentieth century.

So clearly someone dropped him off here to watch him squirm.

Kevin wasn't about to provide that satisfaction, though. Instead he strolled from stall to stall, keeping his expression neutral -- or "angry", which was more or less his neutral state. As usual he generally tried to keep to himself, but would occasionally ask questions that left the Kedan disgruntled at best.

"So, hey, goin' out on a limb here, but don't suppose you got anything for sale more advanced than an egg beater, do you? Any tech? Something I can trade for a ticket off this rock?"