[Yep, he's totally out of it, so much so that he doesn't even notice his odd, smaller shadow. If Moa hadn't called out, she could've probably followed him home at this rate. He does slow down once he registers the close-proximity yelling, though. That's a little harder to miss, even if he has no clue why anybody would be yelling at him.

... Much less running after him. He finally stops once he realizes that, yes, he's picked up a straggler. What the--]

--What're you talking about? What do you want?

[He'd normally be at least a little suspicious, but, well... it just comes out confused.]