Hansel was mostly inspecting the building they'd just left. It was nothing like the inn's of they past, nothing like anything they'd stumbled into or out of, not even lairs that the witches concocted. He cannot understand where the light is coming from, because nothing is flickering, there's no way to get in to light a lantern and it's far too bright. He's convinced it's yet more magic.
The lack of acknowledgement on the street is nothing to him, the building to the side of the inn appearing a little more worn down, rotted and dank, much more like the places they were frequenting and knew of. "I'd have expected more fire." Hansel just turned his wrist, shifting so that he could close his hand around her forearm while she held on to the gauntlet. He never questioned her need for the connection, at times he needed it himself.
"We shou--" Turning, Hansel's attention finally settled on the strangeness of the street, apparently lacking everything they knew. "Okay, probably....not the witch."