With both hands occupied, one by a bottle and the other by a can, Kimi can't really sign. At least, not without ignoring the laws of biology. Or, well. Whatever applies to shinki, who should by all rights be dead. So he sticks to speaking aloud right now, at least until he can finish off one drink.

"It's been surprisingly decent, at least out here. Everyone seems to be treating it as just another festival where they can talk and relax." He seems to know what that means well enough as his mouth quirks into a faint frown. "If anything is going on further in, maybe it's restricted..."