Honestly, he’d thought the weather in the citadel’s surrounding area had been unpredictable, but this city seemed to be intent on besting that. Hadn’t it been rather cool the other day, when he’d arrived? And now--it was warm. It felt odd, and perhaps he wouldn’t mind such temperatures if they hadn’t switched so suddenly. Ah, part of him felt a bit... ill? Was this some sort of ill feeling? Human bodies were so fragile.
“How unreasonable... oh?” Souza sighs, a rather hefty one at that as he moves to settle beneath a shaded bench, only--there was somebody else already there, settled on the other side. He wasn’t exactly looking for socialization right now, but it’d be rude to just say nothing. “...I do hope I’m not intruding. I hadn’t noticed someone had already claimed this seat...”