[Graham doesn't really understand the money system here yet. Something about a chip in his wrist, and numbers that sound much bigger than they probably are. He also knows they're supposed to be on some kind of undercover operation, though Graham has a bad habit of botching plans. Wonder why that is.

In what seems like a monumental effort on his part, he takes the parts and starts to reassemble the device. Not an effort in physically, but more like the willpower. Putting things back together is for other people. For good people. For people who get satisfaction from it, unlike him. It's just as fast as his disassembly, and when done, he tosses at the vendor carelessly, and then walks away in a huff.]

I hate people who want me to put things back together! It's so short-sighted. No vision at all. They can't appreciate the-- the small things! The artistry! How amazing each and every part is, and how quickly it can all be taken apart. The fragility of life and its stuff. Entropy! Right?

[He looks over the booths, where more foreign and unfamiliar gadgets await him. I makes him thinking about tearing this whole market down. He probably could.]

Were you here for the dragon fight? I heard it was gigantic. That everyone took it apart after it was dead, 'n that's why we're here. Wish I coulda been here for that part.