Preston's hands fall to his side, as he looks at the man who he'd approached with a crestfallen look from under his hat. That can't be right, can it?

"Wait, are you serious? Just how can there be no exit?" He glances back to the forest from which he'd just emerged, back to the gate.

It makes sense, in some way that doesn't really register with him. Strange carnival appearing out of nowhere, he'd thought something was off about the whole thing to begin with.

But... yeah, he's still stuck on the 'no exit' thing.