For the first few minutes, Ishiah could only follow Trixa's lead, unable to organize his thoughts well enough to form any type of coherent sentence in the midst of such movement. He'd always been a rather focused person, a result of having been an angel for so many years, and even now, it was hard for him to multitask. Everything needed to be sorted by priority.

Apparently, making sure that he could keep up with Trixa was more immediate than the thoughts she had to give.

"Civilized beach bum seems to be an oxymoron," he stated lamely, still trying to work out the other details in his head, even as he waited for her to direct him towards whatever she wanted Ishiah to hep bring.