Shula didn’t take to Faelan’s comment too warmly, only rolling her eyes. She stared at the creature, finding it disturbing. It made her skin crawl and the stench was too familiar for her. She had no idea why. When the door opened she felt like she couldn’t get out of there fast enough, the cold metal a welcome comfort for the first time ever. There wasn’t much talking on the drive there. Since Shula had arrived she hadn’t stepped foot outside of the facility much less seen what the human world had to offer.<br/><br/>She was like a curious child, the car a foreign object along with everything outside. She watched the city lights fly by as they drove, entranced by the bright neon signs and people mingling on the streets. It was incredibly lively, she thought, but also a bit smelly. Car exhaust and city waste wasn’t very kind on her sensitive nose and when they neared a quieter area of town she was relieved.<br/><br/>Getting out of the car she took in the buildings; long and tall with bay windows and peeling paint coming off of the bricks. It looked a little run down to her, especially once they got inside. The dry wall was scratched and scuffed, scratchy hard wood flooring pathing their way up the stairs as they neared Faelan’s apartment. She was surprised when the man opened the door to a very nice looking living area.<br/><br/>Everything was sleek and smooth, all white and darker shades of blue and black. The style of the dwelling was so alien and unfamiliar to her that she was momentarily taken aback by the décor. She then immediately started exploring, looking at the strange contraptions that she was unfamiliar with. The demon walked around the living room, staring at the small flat screen TV and touching some of the plants. On to the kitchen she went, hesitantly opening the fridge and drawers, entranced by the objects there and then she went to the left, opening the door to the bathroom.<br/><br/>After being satisfied with looking through that room she curiously went towards another door, touching the door knob before stopping abruptly. She felt a chill in her bones, her fingers like ice as her hand touched the doorknob. She felt immediately downcast and a feeling of nostalgia that had no right being there wriggled its way into her heart. She could smell a familiar scent but it was one she couldn’t quite place and her heart pounded in her chest. She let her fingers slip from the metal and she took a curt step back, her lips pursing into a severe frown.