Among the Organization's first lessons was the importance of going unnoticed when doing recon missions. Roxas knows this isn't a recon mission; it isn't a mission at all. The Organization didn't send him to this world. He just... woke up here. But it's because he doesn't know anything that he needs to do recon.

The trouble is... It's awfully hard to go unnoticed in a party. Especially one where people are constantly trying to get his attention, for... for games, from what Roxas could tell, or to sell stuff to him. Roxas pretty quickly gives up hope on trying to do recon in the middle of all this. Instead, he becomes desperate to find an unoccupied corner... somewhere so he can open a corridor of darkness.

Except... in this area, there don't seem to be a whole lot of "unoccupied corners." Maybe he'll have more luck around the back of this house over here.

But there's another problem with crowds that Roxas isn't entirely used to dealing with: personal space. There are people everywhere he turns, and if he isn't careful, he's going to inevitably run into someone, or someone's going to run into him. And with how many distractions there are, sights and sounds and smells...

Yeah, Roxas isn't being too careful. Something happens, he's not entirely sure what. Either he trips over someone's foot, or someone bumps into him, or he backs into someone, but the end result is the same: he's sent stumbling, and he knocks solidly into a barrel. Fruit goes tumbling into the dirt.

"Waugh -- " Roxas catches his balance. So much for keeping a low profile, he tells himself bitterly. He's managed to go and make a scene instead. There are people in the crowd nearby looking at him, and the person running this food stall (who is green, and has three eyes) is tutting angrily at him. "Uhh... Sorry. I..." Roxas turns his head to look behind him. Who did he run into? Are they still there? "I'll clean it up..."