By the time Long landed, Rosen seemed to have put himself back in working order. He stood and stretched, determined not to appear weak, "Well I'm not going to sit in here," he decided with a laugh that seemed odd. Then he turned towards the door.

Long didn't say anything as he got the Juttle set up to refuel.

Rosen boldly took off down one of the main streets.

So Long refueled the Juttle before going after Rosen.

Rosen was wandering around. It looked like he'd gotten an ice cream cone at some point, his hands and shirt were a bit sticky. Every so often his eyes would stick to a person and follow them until they disappeared from his view.

"... The Juttle is full," he informed Rosen.

Rosen didn't seem to hear Long.

So Long put a hand on Rosen's shoulder.

Rosen jumped, wheeling around and then blinking at Long. He stared at him for a long moment before squinting his eyes, "Who am I?" he asked simply.

Long was silent for a moment before replying, "Well, you're messy," as he he frowned at Rosen's shirt.

Rosen glanced down for a moment before shrugging a little and then turning to walked off again.

Long paused before catching up and walking beside him.

Rosen stared down at his shirt again before sighing and simply stripping it off, tossing it to the side.

Long glanced over at the shirt on the ground, wondering if he should pick it up.

Rosen was already walking on.

After another moment Long went to pick up the shirt. His face turned a little red as he had some trouble bending down in the pants Rosen had picked. But he got it on the second try. Then he went to catch up with Rosen.