He perks an ear, but continues walking, a nervous smile on his face. It was so much, all so new, but it was slowly starting to become novel, rather than something to be feared. An ear briefly turns his head as a woman in heels walks by, and he seems confused.

"What about the people? I hear some, they talk like Chaz." Another turned acknowledgment of a talking couple they pass. He motions to an ear with his free hand. "Not all of them. I used to place people by their accent back home. I'm going to have to learn the new ones for English."