Feyd kept walking, ignoring the swelling pain in his chest. The air felt good against the road rash that covered most of his upper body, but he was starting to get cold and needed to find some sort of clothes soon. He couldn't walk any faster than he already was without causing his ribs to ache more, so he wasn't making very good time. He wished that he could fly, but he didn't want to risk using his powers so blatantly in front of people. Scaring that group of people off would probably come back to bite him in the ass sooner or later.

Up ahead, he saw a small person standing in the shadows. So it would be sooner. Perfect. Feyd wasn't really a huge fan of waiting around for things to happen.