Tiger wanders until he feels like he's a save distance from the main performance stage. There's a small band playing on a smaller stage somewhere nearby, but Tiger maneuvers so they're back behind some of the structural walling instead of anywhere that they can see anything. He finally slows to a stop, his hands tucked into the hoodie pocket. He looks pretty lost, like he's not sure what exactly he came out here for.

"I'm..." he tries to start, but doesn't get anywhere. He shrinks down, at a loss. "I..."

Why is it so hard to speak?

"I dunno what to do."