[Ashe doesn't know yet about September's acquaintance, so she mostly sees an Einsteinean type looking like he is fighting an anxiety attack as hard as she can.] Okay. Okay. [She picks up her communicator, red hair pulled back messily and potting soil smudged on her jaw and burgundy t-shirt.] Dr. Bishop, my name is Ashe and I was brought here as well. I'm going to suggest that you take several deep breaths. As the gentleman said, it sounds like you're in the marketplace, and it's very easy to get turned around.

I've spent a lot of time there and can probably figure out your location with a few landmarks. What's the last really weird thing you saw for sale?