Zach just nods, busy with gathering up his drawing supplies. As soon as the priest closes the door, though, he stills and tilts his head as he tries to figure out what the man is doing. Usually he would make an effort to allow Zach to keep him in sight, probably something he learned to make the street kids he works with more comfortable in his presence. He hears the scrape of wood on wood, followed after a while by the distinctive sound of a keypad being operated. For a moment Zach was intrigued, but he can't hear anything big. If pressed, he might [i]just[/i] hear some rustling, so his guess is that the priest keeps a safe with his money hidden in his bedroom. Money, of course, is of no interest to him, but it still pays to know about some kind of secret compartment. He probably won't have the luck of finding a diary with his deepest and darkest secrets, but it won't hurt to check it out if he gets the chance.

By the time the priest come out of the room, he is bent over his backpack again, carefully arranging his drawing supplies in a way that won't have them rattling against each other when they walk. As they leave the house, there is a spring in his step that he doesn't bother to try and hide. This trip is a welcome surprise, especially since he'd been roughing it for the past few weeks. Life at the priest's house is considerably easier, but it also gets boring when the man is out. It's not in his job description to enjoy what he's doing, but he's not going to deny himself the opportunity to do so either.

For most of the trip he manages to keep from asking questions, but he does try to figure it out from the list of stops the bus makes. He's not familiar enough with the area to recognise anything, so in the end he ends up looking intently out of the window, trying to see a sign pointing to a possible attraction, his bag hugged to his chests as he sits in the bus seat.