The boy trailed after the pair as they traded words, not really paying attention. He peered curiously down the hall as they passed, but was contently neutral to follow along for now. His attention only returned when Snow yelled out and ran off towards the railing. Mikado looked after him for a moment, then with a quiet sigh, made to follow. It seemed to be his curse to always chase after impulsive blonds.

"We are," he answered, then the irregularity seemed to hit. "--Wait, you've never been up here before?" Even Mikado knew of this location relatively well. Snow had brought them up here with no knowledge of what was around them? His emotions clashed. Dismay at a poor guide against a strange kind of nonchalant acceptance. It wasn't as if Mikado had a place to be, at any rate.