All these huge buildings and industrial setting blows this pseudo medieval teenager. Most days Jean's trying to keep up with just all the new discoveries he finds while flipping himself around the only way he knows how on his 3D-maneuver gear. The city should be finding lots of new little dents and cracks in the bricking or siding for the hooked ends...

He's thought about just leaving his window open and bolting himself into it but that would be to 'Eren Jaeger' for his tastes, instead Jean always lands right in front of the apparent complex in almost the same spot every single time (with the dent to prove it.)

He hasn't meet many of the people here... so when he just about lands on top of someone he feels his mother's nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him to show some manners. "Ah, sorry about that."

Gentlemen.