It was kind of funny to see the yellow glow disappear from around the shovel and fall limp to the ground, like an animated thing suddenly losing its life. Jean smirked a little.

"It's when you cross a street against the flow of traffic. It's only a 'law' in fancy cities, and even then it's never enforced," he explained. "Jaywalking, huh? Apparently, I stole someone's cart-turkey. And I didn't either, but have you seen them? They're monsters. You could feed a whole barracks with just one."