The Gigalith noticed them first. She trundled her way over to the nearby bench, grumbling down curiously at the Zigzagoon. Amos' eyes followed, one eyebrow raising as he saw the kid.
Kid was bleeding. That wasn't ideal. He got up and followed the Gigalith, hands in his jacket pockets. "You okay?"
The Gigalith ignored Amos, tapping at the ground in a friendly sort of way. Inasmuch as a five and a half foot tall rock creature could look friendly.