"That's handy." An aquifer huh. Water recycling might be a bit more useful there. With at least a bit of information to go on, Jim starts wandering down side streets and peering into shops every so often to check out what's going on inside.

A shop lined floor to ceiling with thin boxes with a hook nosed gentleman sitting dourly behind his desk. Nope. Bookstore? Not useful without the supplies. Maybe later. Asgardian tavern so full of uproarious laughter than Furiosa and Jim can hear it from outside--definitely not. Some kind of sporting good store. A grocery shop. Alien looking musical instruments.

"I swear this place has everything under the sun except the things we're looking for, Jesus." Jim grumbles while they walk, but he doesn't seem legitimately upset. It's more of an apologetic look, as though he's wasting her time by being here. A little off the busy streets, however, is a neat little garden fence lined shop that smells vaguely of dirt and mulch. Paydirt.

"Here we go." There's even a little greenhouse tacked on behind the shop!