He noticed someone approaching him and turned his face enough to see a familiar face. Emilia Spinnet. Suddenly all the memories he had from Breckentale with her came to him. Their relationship, their friendship. He had to admit he had missed the friendship part, specially since it seemed to be a stronger one than the one they had in the real world. But then again, all those memories hadn't been real, not his life. That version of himself would have never done any of the things he had done in his past. He briefly wondered if Emilia would still be his friend if she knew what he had done.
His lips curled in a smile. "Hey you," he greeted her. "Not so much the festival as people watching," he admitted. He liked to just find a spot and watch people move and interact with each other. "What about you? Or you just got here?"