Nulo is still getting used to not being stuck in a well for 29.5 days of the year, but they certainly didn't seem to have malls where they're from. Thankfully, it seems to be a culmination of shops, some far more obscure than they've ever dreamed and some, seemingly, normal, like places that sell food. The crowds are something, but they don't bother Nulo as much. They'll watch others more than anything else.

As they're doing just that, staring at other people, a drink fall from the... sky? Ceiling? and splashes all over them.

"Ah!" they yell out, looking around immediately for the source before looking up. But they can't even be angry.

"You can... fly?" They ask, unsure if to be confused or amazed.

Nope, they're still not used to the varying walks of life from here.