[Sunday is silent the entire way, eyes lingering on the crowd around another fallen guest — the laughter, lightness and indulgence shining through in their actions, fully uninhibited. It is far from the first instance where he's felt other in this establishment. He is so different from what it seems this place encourages, he wonders what sort of cosmic mistake was made in drawing him here.

The man carrying him is kind and obedient, even deferent, as they enter. Sunday is aware what these sort of rooms are reserved for, but he doesn't bring attention to it, and neither does his... rescuer.]

Then until it does, I'll stay here. [It's almost impossible not to be — aware, in an enclosed space, of the arms still strong and steadfast around him.] I don't want to trouble you further, if you could set me down at the table. [He'll just? hold onto the edge for dear life??]

What you did before was impressive. You certainly impressed the audience. May I ask your name?