"Didn't say they were the type. You're the one who assumed I did. Wonder why." He brings his cup up to his lips to take a sip but pauses. "No point in being scared. Nothing scary or dangerous in this world."

He strolls towards the outside, wanting to sit on the patio. He practically drapes himself into the chair, arm leaning over the back and legs crossing. He didn't get most of those words that were just spouted at him, other than Lucis. It was Latin.

"Blond hair, blue eyes... That's European to me. Westerner features. Your name is Latin though. So is the name of your city."

He looks out at the Pokemon playing, raising a brow. If that was an indication of how they should travel together then... This person probably would follow anyone anywhere.

Pong was continuing her grooming until Seri appears again, carrying a little sack. She starts to silently hand out treats that she'd gone and bought. Misaki looked quite pleased and starts helping hand them out, cautiously offering one to Gladio too.

Off to the side, closer to the cafe was a Purrloin, sitting and watching with it's ears down. It slinks along the side of the cafe, watching Gladio specifically, looking fearful.