Thomas had never experienced the feeling some had before. The streets moving to take them to where or to whom they wanted. He had always just been, even when Baba had decided when and where he was going to be. He simply was. But, to find the man without really searching, he wondered for only a moment if this was how people felt when the streets moved somewhat to their wills.
"H-hello." He winced at how his voice sounded, and his chin lifted. He wasn't going to be intimidated. At least, he was going to try not to be as intimidated as he probably should be to placate the Cowboy God.
"Hello," Thomas nodded. "I was looking for you. We need to speak." He added as a very quick afterthought. "If you don't mind."