None of this really made sense to North, either - and he was the one that had been here for a while already. But there was nothing more out-of-the-ordinary-looking than a kid walking around by himself with his hands in his pockets, and he .. might have to go comment on it.

(Because he was kind of a boyscout, and if the kid needed help, then who was he to .. not offer it?)

This time, he wasn't in armor; he'd managed to find some clothes that made him look more like he belonged here, and that was just fine by him because he was tired of people coming up to him and gawking at how "different" his armor was compared to everyone else's.

"Lost?" he asked with a small half-smile.