The pulsing lights and music flood directly into Tybalt's veins, too. His eyes are bright, illuminated as he holds on to a pole to steady himself and swings himself around on it, lamp-lighter in Mary Poppins style, trying to find his quarry. This is fun. A good hunt. The world feels like their playground, and right now the entire world looks like bees and is circling around and around.

He does make eye contact, and his face lights up further, echoing Uriah's laughter as he makes a mad dash at the stairs. "Think you're so smart...shi...crap!" He amends his language for the children on the ride as he half-leaps, half-stumbles up the stairs in pursuit, arm reaching out to try to grab him, but probably in vain.