Karl slowed to a stop at the edge of the farm to approach at a more human looking jog. He wasn't trying to terrify the people or their animals, and running across the field faster than anyone would dare to drive a car was likely to do exactly that.
As he jogged down the driveway toward the house, an older man, likely the father or grandfather of the current generation of farmers, came out to greet him.
"That's some mighty fine stamina you have, young man." He announced once Karl had come to a stop.
"Thanks. A long jog is good for the lungs. I came toward town looking for a few things to make a special birthday dinner for one of my team members. It's her birthday, and we're stationed in the wilderness some distance off, ensuring an Anomaly is dealt with."
The man nodded. "If you need to commandeer some items, we will spare you what we can. There is more variety at the store in town."
