The narrow confines of the convoy's separate rooms is on some level unsettling as he steps in after Jack. These paths aren't good to fight in, as a human or as a demon. It is congested, and the lack of line of sight meant an ambush could be waiting at any turn and nobody would ever know until it's too late.

He's never seen a shop in his life. He might be expecting something like rows of supplies waiting to be requisitioned, but this was ... different.

More colorful. "...What's it all for?"