Hasher was anxious for something to happen, anything to happen.  He needed something to break the dams of the masses rolling around like waves, but none of them did.  The ones that had stopped to look at him, upon realizing that he didn't have anything further to say to them, without the need to urge him onward, quickly lost interest, and quickly merged back into the herds of people going this way and that.  After a second, he was no longer able to keep track of who had went this way, and who had gone that way. "No they just left.  Is this what the city does to people, makes them cold to others, even if their but a few feet away from them?"<br/><br/>He was so lost in thought that he wasn't paying attention his surroundings.  He had no idea that there was someone that had taken noticed him, much less interested in speaking to him.  The man's voice caught him off guard, and made him jump with a nervous yelp.  "Huh what?"  He swallowed hard and swiveled around on his feet to face whatever was coming.  He was shaking.  He had to stop.  It required some effort but he managed to get himself to calm down.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry.  I guess, I uhm.  I'm new here, and this whole thing seems wrong.  Doesn't it see wrong to you?"  He shook his head upon remembering that there was something he needed to do first.  "Oh yeah.  Introductions."  He wasn't sure if he should hold out his hand or not.  He knew that he was supposed to, but the man's hands were filled with things, and he didn't want to task him with the offer of his hand.  "I'm Hasher."  He decided to offer the man his hand.  He didn't know why, but he just felt that it was better that way.