Armin doesn't quite recognize Reiner at this age. He himself is only fifteen now - a different boy from a much different time. The little boy's face is familiar, maybe - a bit too familiar to ignore entirely - but Armin doesn't think all that much of it.

He's only just wandered in with a jar of his own, so...he hasn't quite realized that they're surrounded by friends, old and new, yet.

It helps that he doesn't really have his eyes on the boy. They're wide on the blinking at the yellow-green lights surrounding them.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"