[They’ve traded activity for the scent of foodstuffs lingering in the air. The thrumming noise of a crowd dispersed with just enough room in-between to catch sight of all manner of edibles — for instance, catching in his nose is the smell of something on a grill. Passing by, in his periphery, is a skewer of something else that looks too red-hot spicy to even try. Especially for a palate so new, so freshly used in this invasive human body.]

Well, then your friend sounds like either a man of wisdom, or someone who has something to hide.

[Nothing judgmental in that last statement, maybe only the slightest attempt at something wry; Markus only keeps steady at her side as they pass by a vendor declaring that they should try a free sample of this-and-that.]

But sometimes there’s a time for hiding in the shadows, and a time to speak up.