What? Where had this man come from? Kili glanced around, unsure of how a mere man had snuck past his senses. Then again, mountain trolls had gotten past his watch so he supposed he should not have truly been all that surprised. Still, he knew Thorin would be sorely disappointed to find that his theoretically scout-worthy nephew had been distracted by cheese crackers and a map. Just as Kili opened his mouth to answer, Chris continued with his name. How did...?

Simply standing in the man's presence, however, was almost overwhelming, especially with the intensity of the finger pointing. Was this some strange custom of men that he had never seen before? Kili canted his head away from Chris, as if trying to reduce the nearly blinding level of attention.

"I did," Kili answered slowly, one hand moving up to the dual braids on the right side of his head. "The stylists did. Think it'll make me look more intimidating."

Swallowing, he went back to the first question, holding up the sheet of paper between them. The front side had not been filled out at all, as Kili could hardly read such tiny words.

"I'm looking to turn this in but I've lost my way." Kili pointed back at the map on the wall before scooping up a couple cheese crackers. Y'know. Just in case he might stay lost forever.