Like a Lost Cat [Dale]

The open streets of the Lower Ward. Not a nice place, but it's a lot less unloved by the folks that actually try to enforce the law down there than just about everywhere else. There were, at least, better odds someone helpful could hear you scream.
Still, even if your odds of not getting everything you're carrying stolen and yourself getting beaten within an of your life were lower, folks were not inclined to be too amicable to, say...a shiny, glowing cyborg that looked inordinately expensive and far too clean to be one of theirs. Whether they were obviously new to Junction or not, it was the kind of look that didn't remotely endear yourself to the more unfortunate that tended to gravitate down there.

Somewhat unfortunate in itself to someone in desperate need of a friendly face.

Nearby where Hyacintha had set themselves down, there was someone at work by the Synth. Just so much as you could call digging through trash for rotting food work, anyway. Were her eye like those of most others, it would appear they were a normal human in their forties, a man dressed in a new black suit that was already starting to get dirty.
And on this most rarest of occasions, he hadn't noticed her yet.
He was likely not her saviour. But he might possibly be mistaken for one.

Someone was approaching. He could hear it.
Dale grabbed whatever was lying about that might make a suitable weapon - just a chunk of wood, in this case - and shoved a mold covered slice of bread in his mouth as he edged away, rapidly scarfing it down as he attempted to maintain a proper running distance.
Another metal person. A pretty obvious one, too. It helped him with guessing what they might be able to do - and it signalled that he had to stay aware.
Suspicious eyes fell on Hyacintha as she started talking. Dale's eyes flicked between the photo and the one holding it as they made their request.
...he'd heard this one before! You go with them to help look, and then they lead you somewhere where loads of people appear and attack you!
Not happening again! He was staying right! Here!

"No. I haven't." He spoke with a clipped tone. "Also, this place is...Junction, apparently. Weird place. It's very different."
His eyes narrowed. "Why do you think they're here? Why not one of the higher places? They look like they'd be easy to find down here, so why look here if you can't find them here?"

They were trying not to seem suspicious to Dale. Unfortunately for them, they were doing a pretty poor job at that. Her plea may have been heartfelt, but that just wasn't the way to go about things here, especially given her audience.
Her drawing her sword did not help with that either. Even if you intended to get rid of it, drawing a weapon was a poor way to endear yourself in the moment, and Dale reached for something with his free hand as the sword came loose. He watched as the sword went sailing away, but didn't let it call too much attention. They didn't need it to be dangerous.
"You could just clean yourself. Easy, when you're like that." His gaze narrowed. "You don't need that, either. Not falling for that again."

...directions. The metal person wanted directions.
He thought he knew what directions were. They wouldn't cost him anything.
If they'd go away, he could give them.
"Where are you going? Not names, just...describe it."

Police...station...
They...they wanted to find the police? The chasing people?
He couldn't remotely understand why anyone would willing go anywhere near those people, but he knew the opportunity to get her away when he saw it.
"The 'police' people aren't down here. They come sometimes, but you don't see them much." Dale gestures upward with his head, making sure not to do anything with his hands that could remotely constitute providing an opening. "You find those people up there normally. Not here. Wrong place to find them."

He kept his eye on the person before him, waiting to see if they'd go or do something else.

As the metal person went away, thanking him as she left, Dale felt one thing in his heart of hearts:
Relief that they had finally gone away.
He'd done it. They were gone, and it didn't take something happening to him to make it happen. And that was so, so good.

After making sure they'd actually gone, Dale went back to the search she'd interrupted, scarfing down disgusting and moldy food as he found in and pocketing small loose items he could use. His attention was mostly on his surroundings, in anticipation of someone approaching.
In the end, he didn't stick around long before rushing off. He'd gotten what he could, and if he was going to find anything, it likely wouldn't be here.

Everything he ate was awful, and he knew it well. But it was something he needed, especially since he'd yet to have himself enough to get by on for while.
He'd find what he needed somewhere. Just not here.