[That particular name drop is greeted with a furrow of brows and a genuine look of confusion. Before Zavala can ask for clarification, however, they’re rather rudely interrupted by yet another prismal that doesn’t seem to understand the concept of personal space. Cayde gets to them first, and its becoming crystal clear that they’re not going to be able to have a proper conversation while the interested eyes of the public are focused on them.]

Easy.

[One hand comes to rest heavily on Cayde’s shoulder, less than subtly pulling him back just the tiniest bit. As selfishly amusing as it would be to let things progress naturally, they don’t need to be making enemies of the general populace just yet. There are still too many unknowns to factor in.]

It would seem that it would be in our best interest to find somewhere less busy and continue this conversation at that time.

[He pulls his hand away and shoots a stern look at the now properly ashamed prismal as he straightens himself up to his full height and squares his shoulders. With only a glance back at his companion he uses the sheer bulk of himself to start cutting a swath through the crowds, putting his trust in the man to follow. Zavala isn’t sure where he’s headed, or if Cayde won’t go bounding off and disappear, but anything is better than where they are now.]