Vivi can't count the number of people that dress funny here if he had all the time in the world. But given the strange looks he's been getting. He really can't tell if they like him or find him repulsive, but there's a fascination there that makes him uncomfortable still. It doesn't help knowing that these people are apparently okay with seeing others die for entertainment...

But he hasn't been in the city long, and this man seems friendly, so he doesn't want to think that's what the whole population is like.

"Y-yeah, I think so." The last memory he had was falling over coughing from all the smoke that clogged up his lungs. It didn't feel nice at all. He shuts his eyes to shake off the feeling he still can't find words to describe to look at Cullen again.

"...I just don't know how I got here. Or...that forest. I was in another city before all this happened."