Angelo managed to snatch his suit's jacket and a hat before following Camelia to the field, having to jog a bit to catch up when they left. He tipped his hat to those who acknowledged them, being polite and keeping his jovial attitude going as they passed by. Soon, the outer edge of the Cirque had been passed, and the cornfield swallowed the two.<br/><br/>His smoky pince-nez were lowered a little bit on his nose, making the concern in his eyes more apparent. He held his hands together solemnly in front of his waist, and listened intently as Cam made just how terrible she felt at the time known. "<span style="color: red">Oh, don't think that I would be irritated,</span>" he said reassuringly. "<span style="color: red">I would gladly spare my time to make sure that my brothers and sisters are happy. Now, may I ask what saddens you, Camelia?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>