Dimitri began taking note of some seriously pleasing sights. Perhaps just a little bit negative, considering he wanted nothing more than to be connected with the ocean. The sooner the better on this one. He greatly questioned his decision on this one, maybe he should have hit Oregon instead. Even Washington might have been a better choice when it came to the west coast. He'd even considered Florida, it surely was far away enough from Massachusests. In the end, he decided against it though. If there turned out to be no new knowledge to be gained from the same coast at all, then it would have just been a big waste of time. At least he picked a place that looked good though. Sure it was crowded and made his job just seem impossible. But at least it looked good.<span style="font-style: italic">What a waste of time...</span><br/><br/>He'd heard about the historic district. History certainly wasn't his strong suit, at least, not history that was considered fact. He could talk about recent fairs, things within the last few centuries, but when it came to subjects like the renaissance or medieval subjects, he had no clue. Walking through it now, he almost wanted to stop and take a look. But in the end, he knew loitering around wasn't going to solve a whole lot. He could always go underwater, and connect to the ocean from there, but the same problem still presented itself. People would witness a guy waltz right into the ocean, not come back up, and then notice some oddities with the waves and currents. To add on to that, he'd just walk back up as if nothing had happened. Not a good plan, he decided. The whole situation was just a crummy one, though it was his fault, he'd waited longer than he should have. If only he hadn't-<br/><br/>"You know, before I got a job."<br/><br/>The words rang through his ears, almost as though he'd wanted to hear them. Normally, he wouldn't pay too much mind to it. He was wearing boots in the area, it was just asking to be noticed really. Still, he took much more offense than he had to, maybe it was because the situation he was in, maybe it was because he'd rarely ever gotten outlets to take out his pent up feelings on. Maybe it was none of theses. Dimitri stopped in his tracks. He couldn't very well just assault someone for saying something about him though, and even if he could, he wasn't sure he had it in him to try. "Excuse me?" Dimitri asked, his eyebrows raised as he faced the group of four.<br/><br/>Everything about them screamed "smug" to Dimitri. "I hope you aren't nitpicking any problems." Dimitri asserted.