For the first time in decades, Simon was feeling if not exactly like the man he'd been before he'd started bartering away pieces of his soul to protect his loved ones, at least closer to it. He'd spent so long looking for August that he hadn't been prepared for how it would feel to actually have her at his side again. But with her there, looking around with curiosity at all the wares and people, he felt the least paranoid he'd been since long before she was lost. Not that he wasn't guarding her closely, but she was gripping his arm tight as well, so that was all right. They were together, and without the worry that Amy would swoop in to pull them apart, he had something close to a spring in his step that wasn't an act to distract those he was trying to steal from or hurt.
Which is why, when he saw very shiny…person kneeling in front of another smaller…person?--both looking at something small on the ground, instead of trying to steer them around the situation, Simon let August drag him on to get a closer look. So his girl, to want to see something new even if might be dangerous. That should have scared him, considering, but he couldn't find it in him to deny her anything right now, although he was grateful she still kept several feet back.
"Papa? Do you know what these are?" August asked quietly, turning over her shoulder to him so that the strangers might only see a fall of silvery-red hair. He leaned in closer, keeping a hand against her arm. Even if he'd known what figure she was referring to, his answer would have been quite the same. "No, pumpkin," he whispered against her temple. Then, lifting his chin, he spoke louder. "Ah…do…any of you require…assistance?"