Getting a little time and space is, ironically, also Tony's goal. He needs some room to think and he'll buy it with Stephen's dime, or whatever they take in this place. He follows along willingly enough, not familiar enough to know where they're headed, squinting looks around like a tourist in a new city as they go.

"Nobody thought to leave town?"

It's mostly a rhetorical question. He's been briefed, to some degree, on the whole situation. The boarding house is a clear enough message, and Mateus had been apologetic but firm in his advice to try to adopt their newfound culture as quickly as possible. Tony's already seen enough to know that's not going to be an easy process. Some of the stuff he'd witnessed the previous nights during the festival makes Folsom Street Fair look positively tame. He's still not sure what all of that is supposed to be for.

It's a lot, even for a guy who has seen as much weird shit as he's seen in the last decade or so.

"So they hate us. Do they have a good reason besides taking a cue from the villagers in Dracula?"