Mara followed after the others, looking around like they did. She imagined she looked a lot like those foreign land-walkers that visit Ireland, gaping at everything they see. At least she wasn't doing what they did with that little metal box that flashed like the sun. She had had a chance to examine one once before, after it was knocked off a cliff and lost to the ocean. It had not been as heavy as she would have thought but she had been disappointed because she couldn't make it flash like the two-legs had. But yes, she probably looked a lot like those land-walkers had as she gazed around at her surroundings.