[Alla's attention turned again, still trying to pinpoint the source of the voice.]

However, one still learns to walk, do they not?

[At least he assumes so. The idea does make him stop and question his own words. After all, even after transformation, he was always able to walk, despite having hooves in the other form.

Finally his eyes catch sight of those eyes and teeth. The young man stumbles over his feet a bit as he continues backwards. Dread pulls at him, telling him that he might be speaking with a demon or something similar.]

My apologies.

For making so much noise, that is.

[And yet he's still talking, but Alla can't quite help it. The whole "awaiting sunset" bit worries him as much as those teeth do.]

Why, if I may ask, are you waiting for sunset?