Once more, the rabbit takes up his things... His weapon placed back into the bag. For some reason, seeing at least a few people around helped give the place a feeling that it was actually lived in, rather than some sort of ghost complex populated by ghosts and shadows. As he turns, Alex can't help but note one of the remaining two bending over, talking about grabbing up the other's walking stick... "Couldn't you just... Guide him by the shoulders?"