"Oh, well -- that's good, then -- obviously, I mean I'm glad to hear it. That, um, doesn't happen often here, does it?" Please say it doesn't. Although either way he's going to be more prepared in case it ever does, but at least knowing that isn't a monthly thing would be nice. He has already heard some disturbing rumours about the fog.

And the river, for that matter.

Mildly scandalized by Ilde's... Ildeness, to his credit, Wolfgang manages to limit this to just blushing. He knows he is because his face is hot, but it's dark and he hopes she can't see it. He's doing his very best to soldier on in spite of how fucking weird the city is, though, so he's just going to play like this is normal. Yeah, that'll show Baedal! He indicates the bank with a nod of his head and a, "May I?" as in may-I-sit-down-and-let's-chat. This isn't just polite friendliness, he really would like to make at least one friend.