Hermes figured out quickly that something is wrong with the shadow puppets. Some dark magic that he can't afford to be ensnared by, so he cups his hand at his face to block his periphery vision when he approaches the shaking woman. It keeps him from seeing the performance.

"Then don't watch it." He says it like it's obvious, which... alright, maybe it is to him, but at least there's some sympathy in his voice as he takes her by the elbow. He doesn't consider asking her permission before grasping her; he's used to different rules for personal space applying to him. "Come with me. The performance isn't worth the ticket price anyway."