It's so strange to Eleanor: being on the surface of a planet, being in a bazaar, being around so many normal and healthy-seeming people. Oh, she remembers shops from when she was a child, but to be in one again--well. She'll get used to it.

For now, she's just looking at a stall full of assorted secondhand trinkets and mechanical things. She has no idea what most of them are, or how they work, but they can't be that hard to take apart, can they?

"Hey, does this look broken to you?"