"There's one color I ain't seen at all," he points out. What that implies he leaves unsaid, but he suspects it's a clear enough point on its own. "Can't say I ain't curious to find you what happens with it, but I been doin' my best to behave here," he admits sheepishly.


He nods at Wrench's suggestion and follows the tall fellow whatever way he sees fit to go. "Wash your hands? At a kiosk? Is that something they do? Why?" He kind of hates to ask the question. He's a grown ass man from North America. He should know how malls work, but in all honestly he feels like dirty tracked across he clean rug here. He doesn't match the wallpaper and it increasingly feels like everyone here can tell just by looking at him.