Blue frowns. There is something there he cannot see himself, but this man can...

At the ask, he nods, holding back on asking if he could see through his eyes. With how he reacted to the notion of thought-reading...perhaps that is a step too far at onset, no matter how practical it could be.

Without protest, Blue begins to walk between the scattered club tables and the false lives loitering about on his way to the stage. He's not really speedy, given how tired he is, but he takes care not to brush against anything here, lest it somehow stagger him or alter his perception.

Tell me if anything changes...the closer I get, he thinks softly back toward the merman.