Trunks reached up and brushed his hair back, looking away slightly. "I'm not really used to crowds." He was, and he wasn't...considering the world he'd grown up in.

Streetlamps had just started to be lit, people heading out for evening fun towards the taverns or back home. Still a warm evening, salt in the air from the beach not too far away.

"You alright?" A loud thumping crash from behind them against one of the sturdy wooden walls had him pivoting. Shifting slightly, still clearly on guard in some ways before relaxing once again.