"Oh come on Shula, look at yourself. People watching us walk together probably think I'm holding you captive. You have claws sure, but so does half the other shit down here, and most of them are bigger than you. A pair of gloves and shoes and you'd be able to pass off a one of us squishy, soft humans." The buzz from the booze was starting to wear off, and he found himself actually enjoying the fresh air. Far to long and few were these quiet walks without something either on his mind, or at his throat. This was probably the most peace they'd be at in a while.<br/><br/>Something still seemed off, as it always was down here. He knew they were in a farmland area, but he couldn't help but notice a demon off in the distance harvesting grain with what looked to be a bladed arm. Although, he had to admit, he had wondered if there was some weird ingredients down here they put in the alcohol. Demonic hops. The absurd thought got a small laugh from him as they continued down the street, as it slowly changed from roughly paved stone to just beaten earth. It felt like winter was on it's way, despite it being spring back on earth when they'd left. The grass here was straying from green to yellow, a color he'd always hated in nature.<br/><br/>"So, when are we going to bunk up? I wouldn't be surprised if you slept outside like an animal, but some of us like beds." Thinking of beds, he thought back to his tiny place, how the apartment was probably destroyed, and how the few belongings he had kept were probably locked deep away in some vault, behind two Foundation guards with guns big enough to leave a hole through him, the wall behind him, and the person behind that wall as well. He wondered if the Foundation had found his little book. Although it wasn't exactly hidden, he did keep it secure, and the Foundation would be hard pressed to get to it, if they even knew where to start looking. "Also, next time you are buying gifts, you should get me a notebook or something."