[Even in his actual youth, the little oddity spoke like a wizened old sage.] That would normally be the right question, but I'm a pretty eccentric kid! Even at this age, you could say I've got worrisome tastes. Ah--worrisome regarding myself, not you.

[It might have difficult to spot it in, but in terms of spiritual pressure, it would be more like wading in the middle of a crowd. Gilgamesh leaned against his cart, his smile likely looking less and less endearing as the moments ticked. It wasn't at all malicious, but 'pleasant' wouldn't have fit the bill. The innocence of a child was missing from him in many ways.]

But still--by now, even in a crowded place like this I bet you've gotten a grasp of it.

[The feeling of being dropped in the middle of the ocean.]

Right? [He was perceptive enough to tell if he was being read or sensed--not that he was bothered in the least.]