Even in the free clothing given to him by the lovely people who rescued him and Keaton, it was obvious Laslow was not used to a world like this. He kept tugging at his shirt, much too rough on his skin, and he had kicked off the strange cloth shoes that tripped him up. So no, technology wasn't for him.

He sighed. "This isn't even for that...ShinRa, was it? I was hoping something here would require my skills, and yet..."