Pincy soon feel himself being shoved into a tight room as he left the carriage. It was dark, as it always was, but he could feel the many figures quickly take shape around him. With how much tension there was, it felt he was trapped in a thick bubble than this musky room. Why did they want him? The masked-man stared at the faces surrounding him inquisitively, his head never one unhinging from the eerie tilt. He may not exactly know where they are, but he could feel their eyes boring into his skin. 

	He tried making casual conversation with his captors, but each word and attempted sentence fell flat as though they had been thrown against a wall. It looked like the CMAS were really not into the business of entertaining their guests today, though he didn't really have much else context. This was the first time he has been caught by their agents. Well, that's not exactly true, rather, this is the first time he has been taken into custody. What he did wasn't exactly legal, but it wasn't exactly [i]illegal[/i] either, and it really was just a string of bad circumstances whenever they decide to poke their heads in and happen upon him doing something deemed 'wrong'. Slipping away was a relatively simple task since he was an expert at misdirecting attention and laying harmless traps. Now, if only he was better at keeping himself from entering these bad situations in the first place. 

	The dreadful silence was eventually pricked and oozed, relieving him, when a figure entered the room. He turned his eyes towards the sound of the opening door, but he didn't know the gender until they spoke.

	"Umm... why sure, Ma'am." he nodded, speaking with a cheery tone, "However, I just want you to know, I might have a hard time keeping my mouth shut or on topic, for that matter..." shrugging, "Ahaha, I have quite the tendency of droning on and one when I'm under a lot of stress. My physician tells me it has something to do with my blindness, see, it makes me feel vulnerable when there is a lot of empty space around me and so I try to fill it with--"

	Sighing suddenly, "And I'm doing it, aren't I?"