Simon likewise stopped, though strangely despite his being equally in the way people seemed to flow around him like broken water, scarcely noticing his presence at all. He smirked faintly at the brief altercation between her and random passers by.

What was it with everyone determined to protect the murder goose, anyway? Simon shook his head in mild frustration. In typical Simon fashion he decides to absolutely not answer her question and instead redirect the conversation somewhere else. "Do you only believe what you see? That what something looks like must be the truth?" Because the goose that wasn't a goose was one of those things. And while it might have seemed harmlessly chaotic initially, it wouldn't last.

It wouldn't have stopped at petty theft, of this he was very sure.