Unlike some others at the gathering, Fran doesn't seem particularly bothered by this turn of events. His expression stays the same as always, impassive and bored. There's a sliver of curiosity there, shown in how he pokes at the mangled musician's body with a stick he found lying around-Which happened to be the bow to said cello. A task that quickly becomes dull when it fails to provide sufficient amusement. The bow is dropped and he makes his way to the eggs, not even pausing to contemplate before reaching out and grabbing a small, light blue egg from the box. It's slipped into his pocket just as carelessly as one would a random toy, just as his Hell Ring and Varia box are.

The only thing stranger than a boy not blinking an eye at the carnage is the fact that he's wandering around the area with a rather large black rabbit cradled in one arm, and a matching blue rabbit at his heels. Or the fact that he's talking to them.

"Ah. Guess I'm unlucky again. We arrived after the fun's already over. Oh well. Maybe we'll be here in time next time. If there is a next time. Probably not, unless some of us were picked out for it. We'll have to wait and see." The black bunny's stopped listening, peacefully dozing in his arms. The blue one biting at his ankles seems to agree. Probably.