A sound of horror emerged from his throat. "No technology?" he said. "No technology?! First you take my life then you take away the Internet -"<br/><br/>He jumped with a yelp when a voice came out of the blue (well, not completely out of the blue - he could hear the rumble of gravel under wheels, but still, he wasn't expecting anything directed towards him), followed by a hand on his shoulder. "Why does everyone feel like touching me today?" he muttered, shuffling backwards so that the hand dropped away. "And no, I don't need any help getting to the city," he said stubbornly just to be stubborn. "Besides, I don't know who the heck you are. Why should I trust you?"