Yuki watched absently as the stranger took out a swiss army knife from his pocket, and paused, slightly unnerved as the other man turned to face him. Even through the shades the stranger wore, he had the entirely-too-disturbing feeling that the man was staring straight at him.

Through him.

Once again, the strange tingle of apprehension flared within Yuki once again, moreso by the fact that he could not quite see his eyes.

And another thing. Was he talking to himself? Yuki was close enough to hear the words, and it did not make much sense at all.

Well, to him, at least.

Although one thing was certain; when one spoke to himself, chances were that the individual was not sane at all.

Or perhaps he was some kind of ventriloquist, which would probably make more sense. Hell, this was probably some kind of messed up theme park, and the man was probably missing his puppet, or something.

It didn't answer the all-important question of how the hell he managed to get here, of all damned places, but it would do. For now.

Despite the apprehension that tingled through him, Yuki approached the larger man, making sure to keep a safe amount of distance between them in case he really was a lunatic of some kind. "Excuse me, do you work here?"