Handy had to take this all in, for you see, the streets of Manehatten were very much a living thing at night, and it was not easy diving from building to building to stay out of the light in order not to be seen. He had secreted his goods away, taking only his chainmail for minimal protection and his boots for running, his cloak for cover and warmth from the biting chill as the first signs of frost and freezing began to show. He got to experience first-hand what it was like to walk head first into a wall where there should have been a street as he turned a corner, as well as figure out when the best times were to hurry through the thoroughfare and going underneath a high road with the minimal possibility of someone seeing him. Diving out from a secluded alleyway, risking several seconds of exposure to lamp light, diving through the obstruction in order to get to the other side and into another hiding place before he was spotted was far more adrenalin-inducing than it should be. The psychic radar he picked up was helpful but imperfect. He could tell where someone was, but not what direction they were looking. He got to see the townhouses of the well-to-do in their gated communities as well as the more roughshod homes of the city-dwelling work pony. He enjoyed the fact that he got lost due to the city's confusing street structure in spite of having a magically-guiding fire in his hands.