[Lenka lets it go; he's just met the guy, mistaken him for a statue, actually... and for now it's none of his business. Perhaps he'll know one day.

He looks on as Julius starts detaching himself from the shrub. It looks... unfortunate, but--]

Do you need help...? I wasn't really going anywhere. We're staying in the city, but Genette said there would be new members.

[So in the course of exploring the city, he'd kept an eye out for them. Though evidently not well enough.]

And, uh, sorry. About the bag.