Despite the pushing and jostling, R didn't look like he was out of place in the crowd aside from his dead man's color. Ignoring that, he actually felt comfortable being lost in a group and bumping shoulders with strangers.

"So...other...store?" R groans over someone's head - well, hat. It's a big hat and even he can barely see over it - as the line slowly moves forward. All this talk of princesses is starting to dredge up that tickle he feels when he's on the verge of remembering something. Your princess is another ____. Another fragment without context. "Tough...presents."

He feels for Wyatt, he really does.