Philip
Kuouo took the lead, feeling the tips on his fur suddenly grow cold despite basking in the warmth of the transformed star a lot longer. It was a different chill, completely unlike the snowy forests of Snowdin and more akin to a magic frost or void. Without a second thought, he stepped onto the platform - a cylindrical stone much like the first he was led onto by the now deceased Alois. More than likely, anybody seeing outsiders — or *Anyone* For that matter, ascend from the First Floor will react in the same regard as the Knights of Sol. As the bandit loses his corporeality, he prepared himself, not only for the possible battles ahead of him, but... Well, everything! The outsiders actions, across the spectrum of good, bad, and questionable had changed the Vektet to its very core! It was one thing for the bandit to assist in the creation of a cure against the *Veirok Root*; the brand created by the 'Taae Chit Ezer' to punish the worst of exiles, but for his actions to lead up to a change - a freeing of the entirety of all exiles within the first floor, dizzied his mind...

*Alongside the teleportation sickness of course-*

He felt the contents of his stomach rise, gripping it tightly before his eyes widened and he wretche-

Preoccupied by the uprising of the herbal tea in his body, Kuouo misses the interruption of the V.A.R.E.T system marking the checkpoint and whisking the group back to Earth. Upon arrival he felt... Better? It felt like the vomit had left his body during transport... Or perhaps it just got lost within the halls of Hyperspace. Either way, his brow immediately furrows - The air on this floor was strange, thick, and marred with the offensive scent of *Smog.* He walked forward, opening the door to see a fully armed militia of same-faced soldiers standing upright in a line. His heart jumped for a second before the obvious realization smacked him across the head.

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"Oh. We're in Balfour.```

His eyes lowered, initially displaying a slightly-disgusted disappointment before he caught sight of his shattered leg, the V.A.R.E.T. Beeping as he did so.

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"OH WAIT, WE'RE IN BALFOUR!!! HEY-HEY! I'mma go stock up on so much food you don't even fuckin' know! I know jus' the place, too! If anyone wants t' come, jus' follow me if ya can. Aight?"```

Although Kuouo was fully prepared to trek the Vektet with a broken leg, he had completely forgotten he could've, in reality, just made his way out with the V.A.R.E.T. His mind was indeed set on bringing the First Floor at least some sort of peace and he was just absolutely immersed in his journey. Now though, he could heal his leg up to brand-new status and keep up his stamina for when he returns.

*Gggrrrrrooowwwwlllll...*

And of course, get a much, much, needed bite to eat. Kuouo walked out of the tent, once again meeting the sight of the armed militia standing tall. He slightly sighed, knowing that more than likely, he was going to be questioned and all that junk. He'd have to brunt the corporate stuff though if it meant getting any possible reimbursement for their exploration.
Ellis
The cat follows not-far behind and quickly gets out ahead of the pack, still riding out on her Defender as she entered; leg still twisted, of course. The tabaxi wastes no time walking forward, following the goat a short ways before turning around. "Hey. If you're going back in there and the other guy is too, keep an eye on him, okay?" She calls out to the bandit, "He'll get himself killed if not!"

Without so much as another word, the artificer makes like the wind — her two automatons rushing off with her in tow to a place just out of sight. Seems she's in a hurry!
Robert
Suddenly — *Whack* — as the goat leaves to enter the tent, he somehow runs face-first into someone *Much, much bigger*, who immediately kneels down; the sheer amount of armor on this person is enough to make any 5th Edition Paladin weep tears of joy, yet... This isn't a Paladin.

No, this is...
Carla
__**The Rook**__, the one from that attack on the very city that surrounds this Ark a few years back. The massively over-armored, over-compensating mass of hulking fine armor bends the knee to the goat and quickly takes his hand. "Oh dear, I'm... So sorry about that! It seems I don't know my own size..."

*Food.*

*Food.*

**FOOD.**

As the words *Finally* Register in the mind of the man, his eyes start sparkling from under the helmet that topped his suit of platinum-colored armor.

"Did you say..." The behemoth leans in for this word, though continues to speak at the same volume level as before

__*"Food?"*__