He shrugged, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek and glancing off across the dirt road - where did you even find dirt roads anymore? - to watch a small group of children chatting. Worick was being as sunshiney as possible, as usual, while Nic was too busy squinting in focus on mouths as they moved. Seemed like they all spoke similar to Worick, so that was a relief.

Maybe they're just all dead around these parts, Nic signed distractedly as he read lips on conversations too far away for Worick to overhear.

Po-kay-mon? Trainers...that was a familiar enough word. Children were rainers for the animals? What did the parents do, he wondered, looking around and observing. Many basic tasks seemed to be relegated to the adults, while the children were running around with their own pets. Companions? Nic paused, turning around to gesture at his hip and draw a circle, indicating the red and white balls a lot of people seemed to have. He expected Worick to investigate that, being more subtle than Nic himself. Were they containers for medicine? Were there's Twilights like him all over the place or was it something else? All the smiling faces didn't bother Nic as much as it id Worick, but mostly because Nic didn't trust any expression. Every emotion on the face was hiding something else; few people were open and honest enough for him to take at their word, so to speak.