The light was not as bright now that his eyes were adjusting to the rays the sun gave; in the light he took in far more than he had before. The details of the plants, the grain on the ground, even how his companion looked. He didn't care if she looked like a strange being, he was strange too. As well as a failure to the WhiteCoats. The girl by him was the first thing he looked at, trying to figure out how her body was capable of moving. He never saw a person like this before, she was different than the place he left. Everyone like he had been down there were merged with animals but turned out more like something out of a nightmare, like how his arm was. She seemed... Complete?<br/><br/>Her rough, short-cropped, orange and black spotted hair trailed down her back in a brown line that was raised two inches. The skin was a soft peach color like a normal human's save for when the lower half was animalic; her legs were flat cropped round like a cat's and spotted to the great paws she had for feet, the paws were a softer brown spotting out half way from the femur of her hind legs. Even her torso was long and thin to match the curved merge of human and animal hip bones, the rib cage was a wonder to him though. Long as it was it made her be about two feet taller than the six foot male. lastly was her long slender kempt tail with the black tip that jutted out from her hips.Â<br/><br/>In Eleven's eyes, the girl was complete. She had a race. He didn't. He was a failure, nothing but.Â<br/><br/>His grey blood shot eyes looked out then to his claw as he crouched lightly. His good arm was over his chest as he looked around, the black fingers of the other twitched as he stood straight with cracks and groans in his bones. Oh yes he could stand straight, just he never did it near WhiteCoats. As long as he was dumb they hardly bothered him, looking to the one with the tail he nodded and rubbed his black arm. Farther he got from there, the better.Â