If he thought she didn't understand before, he was all but certain now. Clothing and appearance didn't make that big a difference to some of the people he had crossed back home, and he hadn't expected it to here now either. Not that he didn't still care for such things.

"No, thank you. I am perfectly capable of walking there myself." He looked up and in that direction. The sidewalks he would have to travel, the grass he would have to cover. It looked so very far off now, every step of it a study in tolerance. He thought the tail was bad enough, though he supposed he could debase himself and pretend to not care for just a short time that he was covered in sickening green. He shook his head. No, it'd never work. He'd have to put up with it. Standing here was doing him no favors.

He offered a short wave before turning to head in that direction. Califleur trailed after him after a last glance at Kamala and a soft chuff. "I bid you good day. I really must tend to this."