It's a huge adjustment to say the least. When you're coming straight out of a zombie infested wasteland that was once L.A. and into the heart of civilization again it's a very big adjustment. Oh, it wasn't like George was unfamiliar with crowds. After all there had been a lot of people at the Mount. Just not this many people. He's almost overwhelmed and he keeps having to remind himself that this isn't another of Smith's illusions.

Besides, Smith was twisted, but his illusions had still been informed by their reality and place in the world. This was different and he had understood that as soon as he'd been "debriefed" and pushed out of the car into his this new town. George does his best to avoid the people with cameras and smiles. They didn't exactly give him a chance to wash up, so hopefully most people will mistake him for a bum (given his rugged looks) or so he hopes anyway.

If he's stuck here then, for the moment, he's going to make the best of it. He'd been in a nightmare for four long years and someone had mentioned something about a malt shop offering free drinks. He could worry about the rest later, but he'd been craving a milkshake and a burger since God knew when. He knows Stealth will kill him for taking a brief reprieve and not immediately investigating the situation, but he has a feeling that Barry would also kill him if he passed up the opportunity to get a milkshake before being shoved back into zombie country.