He rolls his eyes so heavily they seem to take his head with them a little. "God, do you need it spelled out for you? Explained en français? I don't care who they are," he flicks a hand in their general direction.

"Shoppers. Flower worshippers. Carnies. Whatever. They're installations of whatever power governs this place and our most direct connection to said power. They watch what we do here. Especially where their little critters are concerned."