I don't want anybody to get any idea about touching it. [he'll walk around buck naked without a care to it, but the idea a stranger reaches out to touch his mane without permission is mortifying. People back home knew better, knew what Concord was and that such touch could get you thrown out a window... if he was feeling merciful.

At least his hair will magically not get stuck on anything, regardless of it's length. Only touch can grab onto it, it sort of just wisps through anything else unwanted...]

You probably cannot lead the way, with your eyesight... just stay close. [Concord is. Also. Disoriented. The lack of place due this being so constructed does not help him with anything like a sense of direction. The dumb leading the blind, how considerate of him to insist...]

Glasses. Clothing. Brush... [He's listing priorities]