After the traveler had gotten everything neatly arranged in his pack he stood up for one last sleepy stretch. He noticed that even though it had been a short, drug-induced sleep, it had been strangely refreshing. He supposed that maybe the toxin really had been intended to simply cause sleep. If that were the case, then why? Nothing had been stolen from him that he could tell, but his 'nap' had been much shorter than he was sure his attacker had been hoping.<br/><br/>His mind gave a shrug as he decided the past was the past. The traveler bent over to pick up his pack and reposition it over his shoulder, crossways, as it had been. As he began traveling down the path once more he found himself pondering again. Surely his attacker must have run off when he'd more or less succeeded to disarm their toxin. If they had stuck around... surely then something would be different. No one poisons a person without reason.<br/><br/>And yet, perhaps his looks were not the only child-like thing about the traveler. He found his curiosity was beginning to overwhelm him. It was like a tug in his chest that had to be answered. Was his attacker still here? If they were and they had decided not to continue whatever they had started, then surely the smart thing would be to just walk away. But if they were gone, then surely calling out could do no harm.<br/><br/>He had only walked but a few steps down the path when this inner struggle demanded his full attention. Eventually, curiosity won out over fear and Kosuke turned toward the trees. When he called out, his voice was calm and collected, despite his jangling nerves on the inside. His eyes, once again, bypassed the natural quaking of fear.<br/><br/>"If you're no longer hostile," he called out, "perhaps we could talk? I don't wish you any harm, and perhaps if we've had some sort of misunderstanding we can work through it?"<br/><br/>Interestingly enough, his word choice made it sound like he knew someone was there.