The older man who emerged from the piece of cover Kino had heard the disruption from was carrying a boy. For a few moments Kino was silent as he explained that the boy had snuck up on him and initiated some rather aggressive reflexes. Her eyes traveled over his unconscious form. Certainly, it seemed as if that was the case. He was still breathing.

"Do you think he's telling the truth, Kino?" asked Hermes, curiously.

Kino shrugged her shoulders slightly. In truth, there was no real way for her to discern the motivations of another person. But there was also no reason to accuse the older man of lying. "There's no reason to think he isn't. Why would he come out if he was lying?"

"Don't they say feel me once, shame on you?" Hermes asked.

Kino let out a small sigh, and then smiled, placing her hand on Hermes' seat. This was hardly the first time the motorrad had said something like that.

"That's 'fool me once', Hermes," she corrected. Glancing towards the food stand, the scent of a meal was now drawing her attention quite a bit. As was the explanation she'd overheard. So this was... some kind of game by some sort of 'Viewer'? The small girl in boyish clothes didn't really know anything about something like that. Though inside she could feel a small amount of resentment for someone who would so deliberately pull her away from her travels for their own amusement. It was a selfish feeling, and yet she did not feel as if it was unwarranted. Still... there was food to eat. And insofar as Kino could tell, it was free.

Of course, that was when a maid appeared from the shadows seemingly from no-where. Given how utterly strange that this entire situation seemed to be, there was not much to be surprised about this in comparison with some of the other strange beings, like the living robots and the strange animals. What [i]was[/i] somewhat surprising was the panic that the maid flew into on sighting the small pastel horse.

Kino supposed something like that might cause some panic given how strange it was... but out of everything else? Especially that masked man. The dark-haired girl was intending on keeping an eye on him. Still, she approached the maid calmly.

"As strange as it is," she began, "The talking pastel horse is harmless, I think. You don't need to worry about her."