â€œYou flirt too well for your own good, Calvin. Actually, I like Cal, sounds more familiar. Iâ€™d love to get to know you better.â€ LeBlanc teased, proceeding up the stairs with his lazy stride.  As they climbed, it would become apparent that the lighthouse was more modern than it looked, with plenty of computer hardware and wiring, and crates of military-labeled supplies.<br/><br/>â€œAs for my roommate, well, the poor hawk seems to get quite absorbed in his work. He probably wonâ€™t notice youâ€™re even here at first, so youâ€™ll probably happen to scare him whether you try or not. Donâ€™t get too off-put by his personality though, heâ€™s a sweetheart, just definitely a bit obsessive. The kidâ€™s got vision, and heâ€™s almost done with a map of what heâ€™s seen of the island.â€ LeBlanc continued, pushing open a heavy metal door with a grunt, revealing said red-shouldered hawk hunched over a sprawled map. â€œTaka, weâ€™ve got a newcomer here.â€<br/><br/>â€œOh, very good, just let meâ€¦ no, no thatâ€™s five degrees off center. Sorry, justâ€¦ no, Iâ€™ll redo this street-â€œ The hawk replied, furiously scratching away at the map in front of him.<br/><br/>â€œObsessive, like I said. So you woke up in a Steak restaurant? The thing that brings us here seems to have something of a sense of humor at times, whatever it is. Are you hungry or thirsty?â€ LeBlanc questioned before a light crash caught his attention and he caught sight of Taka with his back pressed up against his desk.<br/><br/>â€œThereâ€™s a minotaur in here. When did that happen?â€ the hawk asked shyly, looking rather intensely at LeBlanc, who merely looked back to Calvin.<br/><br/>â€œHeâ€™s with me, bird-brain. Calm down, go look outside or something before you get back to work, youâ€™ve barely slept.â€ LeBlanc responded, giving Calvin another glance over. â€œAgain, the poor birdâ€™s a genius, honestly, but sometimes he just astounds me with the things he can miss. To busy focusing on the details; heâ€™s got no sense of a big picture.â€<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Maccus landed with a heavy thud nearby, his broad wings spread after his slowed decent. â€œYou can fly, and you can crash. Seems weâ€™ve got that in common.â€ he commented with a chuckle. â€œYou alright?â€<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™d suggest taking to the skies again, but I think weâ€™re a little less conspicuous down here. Iâ€™m pretty sure I can beat down any door weâ€™d need to get through if something shows up.â€ the dragon reasoned. Honestly, we just need to head out, find a landmark, and figure out if thereâ€™s anyone around here who isnâ€™t out to kill us. I figure there has to be; no reason I can imagine for it to just be us two. Canâ€™t say anything here is familiar, though.â€<br/><br/>Maccus looked up at the towering buildings and caught a glimpse of someone looking over the edge before running off. So they werenâ€™t alone.<br/><br/>Hopefully, with any luck anyway, they wouldnâ€™t be followed.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Maria, definitely Hispanic. Buyou was still fuzzy in the head, but he was pretty sure he didnâ€™t speak Spanish very well, if at all, really. Russian made sense, plenty of his thoughts were in Russian. When heâ€™d seen this girl, heâ€™d commented in his head that she was a pretty young woman in Russian, but angliiski came easily to him too. He smiled at her happily.<br/><br/>â€œI only really know Miss Roxxieâ€™s voice a little, da? I wasnâ€™t feeling good when she found me. I got hit in the head when I first started waking up, da?â€ he explained, graciously taking the food and sniffing at it, apparently finding it a pleasant prospect, but waiting for it to cool.<br/><br/>â€œWell, whereâ€™s Miss Roxxie gone? To find more people?â€ he asked, furrowing his brow a little. Buyou leaned back against the wall. â€œI still feel funny inside, da? My skin tingles and I feel cold in myâ€¦ whatâ€™s the word, erm, stomach, da? Different than when I woke up, but still not so good.â€