Death is very aware of his surroundings but some things must be touched. His pale hands are working over several puppets both for sensory input and to try and determine what this item might be. He's out in his usual, all black, wide brimmed black hat and boots. The space around him is darker than other areas, a side effect of Death being out when the natural world is dying and going dormant. He's silent with all six of his oil black wings folded, relaxed at his back but close because he is aware there are others moving around near the stall.