Simone chuckled as Gertrud was rebuffed by the blue-haired newcomer. The two went on to talk, and when Gertrud took the liberty to introduce him, Simone gave a small wave. Simone then watched as Gertrud began her social butterfly dance, attempting to be polite and posh as possible to the newcoming, while also attempting to inject a little small talk, something he knew Gertrud wasn't the best at. Simone stuck his hands in his pockets, and zoned out for a moment. Then, without so much as a word, he walked off, deciding to let his meister and the new comer to talk it out. Simone walked past a few benches, taking his time slowly. He was looking at all the weapons showing off their powers. It was hard to admit, but Simone was jealous of them. He never got to go through the entire circus that this event was. He was pretty much destined to be Gertrud's Weapon from day one. He was also fairly jealous of some of the powers other weapons possessed. Simone eventually shrugged off the feeling. They could have their fancy weapons all they want, he had fun being what he was, and he wasn't going to aspire to be like anyone else.