You asked me if I was scared by spiders, [ Kim hisses back, canting his voice low enough so that their sweet host can't hear him. His eyes dart towards her as he speaks, trying to get an impression as to whether or not she's in possession of supernatural hearing. She seems largely preoccupied, though, none of her eyes even glancing towards them. ] Like common pests. Not people. Warn me properly next time.

[ He's calmed himself - though he's still a little unnerved - but he's thrilled neither by the surprise, nor the fact that this woman will forever remember him as the fellow who reached for his gun as soon as he saw her. He calms shortly thereafter, though, nervous energy only present in the way he fruitlessly smooths down his hair, cowlicks springing back up almost immediately after he does so. ]

I suppose multiple hands would make seamstress easier, at any rate. Not that we have enough money to buy something of that calibre. [ Which makes him a little sad. He had amassed quite a nice wardrobe back home, through a lot of time and effort, and now he's stuck with the sort of cheap shit you can buy in bulk from the local department stores. Maybe one day, he'll be able to sample her wares for personal use. For now, however... ] But for the parade -- what did you have in mind?