Another tamer he swiftly found- in the form of a viera poking his head into the car, seemingly following the goblimon in their escapades, though a distance behind, trying to remain out of sight- though, unfortunately, he was absolute rubbish at stealth, swearing audibly under his breath when his robe caught on a corner, closing doors behind him far too loudly-

And so, apparently, focused on pursuing the would-be mischief makers that Nara'a completely escaped his notice as he passed.

Gazimon looked, personally, as though he could not believe what he was seeing. "Taiki." His voice was a hiss, kept low as he tried to get his partner's attention.

The viera turned, hissing back. "What-"

Gazimon pointed at the miqo'te and his fuzzy black friend. The unspoken 'idiot' hung in the air, clear on his face but not so explicitly voiced.

"Ah."