There’s a slight incline of his head as Yazoo silently signals his agreement to at least some of that statement; he might not know Emet-Selch personally but he’d certainly run into enough witless people to agree with the truth of that statement. And well, the two of them did have a certain air about them compared to the many benign looking groups of people that pocketed various areas of the park around them. Most of whom seemed to be fixated on one thing or another almost manically. Not that he was one who should throw stones...

Figuratively speaking, at least.

“And here I thought I was blending in with the local colour so well too.” He replied dryly with a slight roll of his eyes and after he very pointedly looked towards one of those many groups nearby that seemed to be particularly obsessed with painting eggs in various shapes of pastels then trading them with each other, only to paint over the egg they had just received.

“I suppose it’s too much to hope you possess some insight on where exactly we are and how we came to be here, isn't it?” He asked as he regarded the gentleman beside him once more. He wasn’t fool enough to expect any sort of answer at all but on the off-chance, it certainly did no harm to inquire.