[ Jim hadn't expected this when he chose the small building for temporary shelter. To Jim, 'market' means a ramshackle collection of stalls filled with all kinds of fascinating spacer junk and exotic food, not orderly rows of shelves lined with ... things. In packages.
On closer examination, the packages are like the rations he'd received when he first woke up in this hellhole: preserved so they didn't need cold, but probably unlike anything Jim would call food. He starts to load his knapsack up anyway, mostly with pastries and what looks like jerky, but he can't shake the feeling like someone else is here with him even if he can't see them.
He's careful not to move faster, or turn his head, but his eyes roam the place even as his hands keep loading up on food.]
Jim Hawkins | Treasure Planet | Prompt 3
On closer examination, the packages are like the rations he'd received when he first woke up in this hellhole: preserved so they didn't need cold, but probably unlike anything Jim would call food. He starts to load his knapsack up anyway, mostly with pastries and what looks like jerky, but he can't shake the feeling like someone else is here with him even if he can't see them.
He's careful not to move faster, or turn his head, but his eyes roam the place even as his hands keep loading up on food.]