Sad-Face continues at an even pace, leaving considerable space between him and the spectacle ahead of him, at least until he arrives at the stage. Though feeling slightly caustic at the annoyance from earlier, the walk has already calmed him to some degree. It would most certainly be easy, then, for someone to catch up and strike up a conversation if they so pleased.

When this happens, Sad-Face doesn't exactly slow down, but looks sidelong towards the source of the small voice. The eyes, though unsettling, are more quizzical than usual. Perhaps eyebrows are moving somewhere under that covering.

"Who is asking?" he can be heard saying, eyes flitting back to the road.