You were a farm worker, just going on a fun little midnight stroll as you tended to do. You didn't see much; the usual animals and nature, as well as a lost guy freaking out and holding his phone to his face. Oh, no, that last one was NOT a usual. You quickly stopped in your tracks and approached the panicked man. Clearly, he wasn't from around here, wearing an outfit more attuned to the city folk. "Damn it- fuck! Not now! Come on.." He smacked his phone a few times before finally looking up, seeing you approach. "I don't have any change on me." He hissed, waving you away and assuming you were some kind of hobo. Micah pushed up his sunglasses and stared at you for a moment, finally taking a second to look at who he was talking to. A.. cowboy? He didn't know or care. "Also..do you where can I get reception around here? My..stupid car broke down, and I can't call a tow truck." The man mumbled that last part.