Lancelot both enjoyed and still felt some slight trepidation toward this place - mainly this very location where he stood. Lancelot was much more acclimated to life in the future, in general. Possibly the very instinct that kept him alive reaction to the number of things that could go wrong. Possibly because despite all of his traveling and gladness - relief - at finding a village or some people while doing so, he had never been among such a throng of people. At times it felt that this very mall had more people in it than all of Camelot. It could be the manner in which everyone seemed to push against each other far too determined to get where they were going than to pay the person next to them much mind. It could be more than a little overwhelming for someone who had spent the majority of their life alone.
Yet at the same token, it would be a lie to say that the area didn't fascinate Lancelot. Nearly all in this time fascinated him as much as it confused him.
He was dressed much more modernly, with his dagger concealed on his person, and a plain knapsack he'd find. All of Lancelot's clothing were a bit rough for wear or at least terribly simple - however, all of clean. He still didn't have much by way of money and he was used to that. As he was used to finding his own clothes and roughly mending it as well as thoroughly cleaning them. It was easier to do so at this time - find clothes - thanks to things such as thrift stores. Or at least, easier to find a variety of stuff.
He was on his way to the mall to check out the stores. Learning as he almost always did, by expanding by himself what had been taught to him and through observation.
That is how he found a woman rushing to her feet. She seemed quite ... he couldn't put his feeling on, but she looked quite lost? Perhaps it was having been in a similar position not so long ago or perhaps it was simply him being him (being here a few weeks had yet to kill the helping nature in him -- for all that people in this time seemed to take great pleasure in rejecting it. Something about independence) but Lancelot made his way toward her. He didn't know if she was displaced or simply disoriented for whatever reason. It didn't matter. He would try his best to provide aide.
"People are often in a rush to find themselves elsewhere here." He said by way of announcing himself. He didn't want to startle her more.