This was bad. Malachi felt terribly more scattered than usual, with the sun only barely missing the round brim of his hat and pressing down on him like the shadow of someone's shoe over an ant. What was worse, though, was that he couldn't make out if the question was a joke.

Hence why his laugh, short-lived as it was, sounded so unsure.

"I suppose so," was his response, given with a hint of a smile. "Although I won't claim that it's the most fitting for all of them."

Perhaps he shouldn't have been as open about that particular opinion, but Malachi voiced it as naturally as anything else. He could see the tower of a church growing nearer, though if it was the one Mister Fa'afili was taking him to, he was not sure.

"Do you happen to know what the people here are like?"