"Just looking," Xas says, turning his head to look back to the vine for a second. "I don't recognize most of the species here, it's." Disconcerting, but also a little exciting. He thinks he might try to take a plant back to the Inn with him. He doesn't finish the thought, though, and holds out his hand instead - for a shake, not for the handkerchief. That the boy can keep. "I'm Xas."