Simba wandered around on the inside of the dome, smelling the air for anything seemingly familiar. This had been the gate he had come in at, where he had met Squall and Harry, before that weird woman had taken him. He had managed to lose Timon somewhere near the restaurant to go and wander around by himself, now paying more attention to anyone who may be wearing a black coat.

So, for now, he was wandering, hoping to find the people he had abandoned before, not by his choice anyway.