The Initiate knows all that but it's still irritating. What could they possibly need that would be worth bearing the squawking human masses? Why couldn't the humans just have things open at night? But he's already out now... He bumps the Helmsman back.

He follows the Helmsman's lead to the glittering stall, just a little curious now. "DON'T MAKE IT more comfortable," he grumbles. Then, grudgingly, he amends, "NICE NOT TO FUCKING BURN THOUGH TRUE. Or watch at for the corpses risen." The fucking corpses. Just one encounter was all it took for him to never sleep unarmed again. This place unfortunately not counting.