After a long moment of his small crisis Mist came back from his mind now more aware of his surroundings.  It wasn't to long that he calmed and came to a conclusion and solution to his future dilemma.  It was easy to work words around most of the ship workers that he had to talk and deal with everyday he was there with them.  And for the more intelligent ones he could easily avoid with looking to busy to bother.<br/><br/>So for now, he was back to looking out and tending to his teacher, that was now, to his slight annoyance, gone.  He wasn't annoyed with him persay, but more so on himself for letting his mind wander and blank out to reality.  For now he just dismissed it and sighed as he leaned back, crossing his legs.  He 'should' be able to handle himself, and if not, Mist was positive that he would be easy to find with the trouble he was capable to get in.  He was loud, not in volume, but he was able to project like most learned too do when they enter or are born into the high classes of society.<br/><br/>The place was more vacant and quiet now too, which was nice, though he expected it to fill up again at any moment.  It was called the playground right?  Mist saw a women leave now, a bartender who was thinking hard by the look of it, a clutter of three 'playful' women, one man sitting at the bar, and then another man walking in.<br/><br/>For now the young man decided to watch more, before going to look for his teacher, or maybe just go to the shops and search for anything useful.