Vyers heaved a heavy--somewhat overdramatic--sigh and peered through the menu, finally deciding to order a simple mug of coffee. He usually didn't particularly mind the stares, but to have all the citizens staring at him with those blank expressions admittedly got a little... creepy to say the least. At least they were easy to ignore.

He tucked a strand of hair behind one of his ears as the waitress appeared and he offered her his most charming grin. "Ah, what a lovely mademoiselle...! I hope you do not mind my disheveled appearance. How irritating these sudden storms are! If I could have a cup of coffee...?" The waitress nodded, apparently not even having the time for even the simplest of conversations, and wandered off without a word, leaving a rather embarrassed Vyers to rest his chin in his hands and scowl at the table. How terribly rude the people here were.

Hearing conversation nearby, the demon's eyes wandered over to the table where the two girls were sitting. Judging by their hair color and conversation, they didn't seem to be citizens. Well, maybe listening to them for a little while as he waited wouldn't do any harm. Perhaps he would even be able to help if the opportunity arose.

He soon got the chance. "This would be the city of Paixao, dear Mademoiselle. You are not the only one who has found themselves displaced."