One member of the crowd, clearly biased in favor of the tightrope walker and ignorant in the way of what would actually qualify as a good and entertaining performance, clapped readily and paid little heed to the comments of other on how dull the woman up in the air was, though it was hard to pick him out from the rest of the audience. Shirou felt a little bad for her, seeing that dress and silly ribbon-festoned umbrella held grudgingly aloft. Neither of them fitted her like her casual clothes, or a sword in her hand, in his personal opinion.

Once the show's over, the teenager loitered near the exit. When she approached, he naturally greeted her with ease. "Hi, Saber," no mention of the tightwalking was given from his end. He looked sheepish as he opened up the conversation with;

"I was wondering... Um, do you have a space of free time later?"

It was blunt, but he didn't exactly have a way with words.