What strange times were upon him now. Etna had returned, only to not remember a single thing, and now he was back to the usual act. It was better in some ways, he supposed--it kept him from having to explain himself all over again--but, at the same time, he wasn't exactly celebrating going back to being regarded as a bumbling fool.

How frustrating, indeed. But, as long as no one gave him away, it was something he could deal with.

As he walked, a sudden flash of white and red caught Vyers' eye, and he doubled back, peering over the sea of blonds. Her red, bunny-ear ribbons were hardly difficult to spot. "Flonne...?" he whispered to no one, brow furrowing. To disappear and reappear so quickly... Was it luck or another case of the Organization's meddling? The least he could do was check.

Wading through the crowd, Vyers finally managed to get to the fallen angel, a charming grin on his face. "What a surprise! I had thought you had disappeared, mademoiselle."

Whether or not she knew, he was in public. Better not to have any wanderers give everything away.