At last, it seemed that the gravity of the situation was beginning to get to Midna. An uneasiness wormed its way into her consciousness, and she looked at the others assembled in turns. Every glance held suspicion, but the swarthy warrior seemed all the more ominous for his lack of action. It was enough to make Midna want to leave, but she knew she could not simply flee without giving the impression of fearfulness. As such, she was happy when the nervous-looking Happy Mask Salesman suggested that they speak in private; it provided a legitimate excuse to leave this foreboding plaza behind. "Certainly," she responded. The word came out a little too quickly, which she realized, so she hurried to cover for herself. "Any inquiry is important."

Just then, the hero began to approach. A tiny panic entered Midna's head as Link drew near. He was going to talk to her! What could she say? If Twili could have blushed, she might have in that moment. At any rate, the diminutive salesman was instantly forgotten. "Can...I help you?"