"There's the Welcome Center, and then the suites where the other foreigners live..." He tries to think of more places but comes up blank. Irritated, he freezes a puddle that lingers in the shade of the alley they're cutting through. It helps to relieve some of the tension, though his movement finally wakes Bird up from its nap.

Immediately his posture switches from one of practiced caution to one more befitting his age. "Bird," he whispers quietly, exasperated but fond. "Keep quiet a bit longer, ne? I'll find some good food for you at the market!"