Perceptor had not, in his life, ever experienced times when he was speechless. Or when his head felt as if it were spinning. This was one of those rare moments. When his brain actually felt full. Like he's trying to hold too much, observe too much -- he should have notes. He should have a console.

He has nothing except himself and data he can't use. No materials without... ugh... scrounging for them. And--

And there's someone in the path he nearly trips over. Being as big as he is, he hardly thinks about where he's going anymore. Most people got out of the way.

"Do you mind?"