Everyone in the area just kind of stared at Rowen as he pushed the cart. Why? It had a handle, you were supposed to pull it. Leon couldn't say anything for a minute. He was wondering if he would be in trouble if Rowen tipped it over or ran it into anyone.
The chopper shrugged and went back to chopping. Leon scratched his head. "Trabians are weird," he commented. "Follow me then," he said, leading the way to the kitchen. He'd take the slightly longer way to avoid people and things that Rowen would probably run into.