Jason rested his head on the ground and watched people walk past, and sighed, nearly knocking over someone who walked a bit too close. Funny how anonymous you could be even when you were so large. You just became part of the scenery. It was an unfamiliar feeling and he didn't care for it.
He wasn't sure anymore why he'd bothered to fly all the way out here. He had thought maybe he'd take a trip to the other continent, or else run into somebody with a cause he might be able to further, or someone with what he considered the wrong sort of morals to...occupy his time. Admittedly, the Slums were rife with that sort of thing, but after a while you got tired of smugglers and poachers, and they didn't even taste very good most of the time, probably something about the way they lived. But it had been a long flight and there was nobody interesting around and his metal scales were taking in heat at an alarming rate.
Hold on...
The man was surprisingly well-hidden, considering the scant cover provided by mere shade. Even Jason, with his mechanically enhanced sight, might not have spotted him under normal circumstances. But boredom made him more observant, looking for something suspicious to seize on, and if that wasn't suspicious he didn't know what was. He heaved himself to his feet and started moving in that direction, not caring whether the man saw him coming; he could move pretty fast if he wanted to.