Robin giggled gleefully at the fearful response he received from Karina. "Our place?" he asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. "You mean the city?"<br/>"We're sorry for scaring you," Trin interrupted her brother, lifting her hand from his shoulder, to his mouth. She spared Castiel a glance, a little distracted by his laughter. "It wasn't a prank. He just doesn't know how to read an atmosphere."<br/>Robin pushed his sister's hand away from his mouth, watching with amusement as the two bickered. "I can read atmospheres just fine," he muttered. "Are you two trying to get to Samhain, too?"<br/>"We're not<span style="font-style: italic">trying</span>to get there. We're lost!" Trin hissed at him.<br/>"We're not lost if there's a sign telling us where we are," Robin shot back, his eyes still on the two strangers.<br/><br/>Indicating that he wasn't angry, with a gentle squeeze of Luka's hand, Rowan tried to get a better look at the silhouette ahead of them. He jumped when the person spoke again, but let out a sigh of relief when he registered what they had said.<br/>Just another lost person...That was odd. Usually three people didn't get lost in a place like this at the same time.<br/>"Yeah, we're locals," he replied. "But we can't give you directions...We seem to have lost our way, too."<br/>Aware that Luka was afraid, he turned his head slightly to respond to her whispered protest. "It's ok," he whispered back. "She's not a threat. She's just a high school student."<br/>He couldn't help feeling sorry for the young girl. It was clear, from her accent, and broken English that she was telling the truth about being a long way from home. "We'll try to help you find your classmates," he said with a reassuring smile, she probably couldn't see. "If not...we'll find a way to take you back to the village. You'll be able to call someone from there, right?"<br/>Tugging Luka's hand slightly, he approached the stranger. "You have a name? I'm Rowan, and this is my cousin, Luka." Turning back to look at Luka, he noticed the blood trickling from her forehead, and the slight dark spot on her white scarf.<br/>He shook his head, using his own sleeve to wipe off the excess blood. "That's just like you, penguin," he muttered.