Although very obviously out of place, Norman didn't attract any attention from passerbys as he wandered throughout The City streets in search of a hardware store. He briefly wondered if he should have checked a phone book or something before going off on his own. Or, at the very least, he maybe should have spoken with Hannibal. Hannibal always knew where things were and the like. But Norman hadn't seen the man in quite some time. Hannibal may have completely forgotten about Norman. And Norman wasn't one to meddle in the affairs of others. Oh, no.
Mother on the other hand? Well, Mother was her own entity with an entirely different personality and set of rules to live by.
He noticed the fellow standing outside, staring into the window, before he realized that this was exactly what he was looking for. He stepped up beside the man, followed his gaze, and then gave a relieved smile. Aha! How nice! It was as though The City had led him to this place. Or this place was led to him. Either way, Norman had found the sort of store that would have the paint he needed. At least, he hoped so.
Perhaps asking would verify this for him. So he turned his attention to the staring man.