It's a long walk down from Crane's Ridge. Even if everyone hadn't just gone through yet another massive ordeal courtesy of the local demons, Gaeta would be disinclined to make the trek.

Considering the aforementioned ordeal, though, he's oddly... calm. He doesn't participate in the games that spring up; just takes a seat against one of the larger stones scattered around, quietly smoking and drinking as he observes. His affect isn't exhausted, or shocky, or dissociative. It's vaguely curious at best. Maybe a bit distant or analytical.

Well -- he didn't have to perform onstage, right? Just sing in the orchestra pit. Maybe that's why he doesn't seem as bad off as some of the other Hollowites.

(It's not why.)