The fact the crowd seemed to move around him as if they barely even noticed him—if they noticed him at all—didn't go entirely unnoticed by Sharon. Her eyes narrowed a fraction but it was pressed to the back of her mind, more important things to address.

Like that question. Immediately, she remembered the things she'd seen back home: normal people but when you can look just beneath the surface, you see the other things. The bad things. The men hidden in the layers of reality. Leonard Wolf.

She frowned instinctively and deadpanned, "No, I don't." It's evident she has no interest in elaborating and continued on.

"So, what was our not!Goose stowaway, then?"