Nearby, he might notice this guy stalking about, his jaw agape as he pants softly. Sniffing, he turns up his nose and turning his head around, his eyes falling on that man as he spoke. The question then dawned on him, whether or not the guy was emulating Harrison Ford.

He pads closer, slipping against a tree and settling against it. He didn't look like a local, too aware and too gruff looking. Everyone else had a look of blissful ignorance, happy.

"Touchy feely? How can a place be touchy feely?" Words projected from low in his throat, hardly in sync with his jaw. He cants his head at the man for his answer.

[OOC: Sorry for the flipflop corrections. Kinda brained out atm.]