One moment, Zavros was alone, save for the horde of people around him all lining up to watch - whatever this procession actually was. He honestly hadn't paid too close attention - he was mostly along for the ride, helping the people they'd rescued get settled back in before coming to Hacre of all places. He was just a little out of his depth here - and the people around him certainly seemed to have no idea what to make of him, given the small space around him despite how crowded everything was.<br/><br/>The next moment, the woman he'd met on the beach near the schooner - Mouse, that was it! - was next to him offering a meat bun. He did his best to hide his shock that the woman could appear so quickly and without noise, but he probably failed horribly at it. "Ah, thanks. Was actually gettin' a bit hungry," he said as his much larger hand accepted the meal. He didn't need to eat, not anymore - but he ate anyway. Good food was good food!<br/><br/>...and this wasn't exactly<em>good</em>food, but he knew it was something he would have enjoyed before the crazy demigod things started. "Yeah, does feel a bit cramped, don't it?" he agreed - he was forced to hunch down slightly due to how an archway above him was shaped. He looked at Mouse. "What d'you reckon about all this?" he asked, gesturing to the procession. "I was just along for the ride, and I'm feelin' a bit out of my depth here. You?"