So far it hasn't seemed polite to mention the ambient music thing - if Kit went around commenting on every strange aspect of everyone's mien, it'd never get anything else done - but the screeching violins are a bit much, and Kit yelps and claps its hands to its ears, heedless of the phone still gripped in one hand.

This is - well, honestly, Kit's not sure it this is more than it can handle period, because it will be the first to admit that it has a marked tendency to adopt people and in the course of said adopting it's willing to put up with quite a bit, but this is definitely more than it can handle while standing around in an unfamiliar alleyway.

It realizes, almost belatedly, that the sound has stopped, and gingerly lowers its hands. "Look, do you maybe want to head somewhere that isn't a public alleyway right next to an active hedge access?" it suggests, a little hesitantly.