Rez was placidly relaxing on the travois amused by the distance he was actually making compared to mergirl's machine. "Guess I was right about it being as powerful as a handful of seahorses." He thought to himself. However his mood of amusement swiftly changed to that of concern the moment he saw the mergirl's UFO rocket off into the distance. His horse seemed to slow down almost as if it was reading its master's next move. With this pause he got off as he struggled to keep a laugh down while packing up the travois. 

Now mounted he looked into the sky with the setting sun to the contrails left behind. He figured if he followed the trail fast enough he'd find wreck and mergirl. It would be a damn shame to lose a potential asset, ally, or whatever you'd call it so quickly. However it was far from being so simple as he thought. There was the wind which was fragmenting the trails on top of it getting dark. Also his neck was starting to hurt from the angle he was holding his head to both look up and straight at the same time.

And with some time later Rez was riding back to the outskirts of town. It was getting too dark to seriously pursue any further. He hoped she'd be alright which seemed likely. After all she made it this far in-land which meant she either was more skilled with that contraption than she let on or she had was blessed with providence.  By the time he returned to town it was already night and any activities from the festival earlier in the day was long gone.

He thought to himself, "Finding a place to sleep is gonna be a pain with all these tourists, then there's also the fact that they're probably gonna the prices up to make a big profit off all of us. There's no way I'm gonna get gouged." So instead Rez took it upon himself to scour around the outskirts for refuse which he'd then light with some chunks of dried horse horse he carried with him as tinder. That being done he laid on his bedroll by the fire and slept.