Somehow, despite the sand, the layers of goggles and mask, the look of absolute what comes across loud and clear. A slight little shake of his head, the shift of his posture. And it is... very hard not to laugh.

Why are there fingers at his head. What is - oh.

I have clothes on.

A pointed look down. Yep - still pants, and what shoes he's able to cobble together. Koby probably isn't ready for the 'what's in my pants isn't like humans' speech, either, so he'll leave it at that.

There's no public, either! Just - go inside, Koby!

He is worried, okay.