He wasn't the first to wonder how Barn was still alive, that was for sure.
While the satyr was wailing on the ground Mr. Owen stepped up and looked this new person over critically. Regardless of the conclusions he came to he reached out and took the ball from his hand. "Just call me Owen. And where is it that you're trying to go?" he asked over the sound of his hooved charge who had switched gears and was no longer upset or wailing but instead talking about the bugs in the grass he was now eye level with, poking them gently.