Habits were hard to kill. And nothing proved that more than when Hark landed in, yes, a rather out of sight area, but still quickly took to the shade when he saw where he was.
A town. A rather deserted one, but a town nonetheless. And Hark was not ready to deal with anyone at the moment, certainly when he had no idea what type of people lived here. Seemed pretty serene, though, and from the buildings…
Hiding behind a building he called onto his powers to bring a trench coat to himself, along with a one armed bag and a fedora hat. The rest would be okay for now. He just needed to be able to move around for the moment. Once he’d found a safer, warmer place in which he knew he wouldn’t be stared at, then he could find something more elaborate. For the moment, though, it would do.
Slowly peeking out of his hiding place, he rounded the corner onto the main road, noticing that the building he’d been hiding against was the tallest and one of the most distinctive ones. The other was at the end of it, red roof obvious. And seeing that all the people - humans, he noticed - seemed to be there, might as well.
… He just simply hoped that he didn’t cause an uproar. He did not want a Superiors accident here.