You kept glancing over at the cyborg who sat clothed in traditional Mexican garb, a sombrero perched atop pale hair and a poncho barely covering any amount of his obviously robotic form as he stood leaning against a wall. Seemingly under the impression that he was "blending in" with the small market crowd who had made it a point to walk around him while casting wary glances his way

Eventually you accidentally made eye contact when he glanced your way and he flashed a lopsided grin at you