"…I see." Now there's a peculiarity indeed, a race unfamiliar with autonomous mechanisms, and Krok gives the shelled fellow another, more considering look. "I'm not even my proper size," he adds. He isn't terribly smaller than he was originally, but it's enough of a difference for him to notice. "Most of us aren't, I think… the city does something to us when we arrive and makes us… smaller."

At least it keeps complications from having to live here at a minimum.