XI looked to her and tilted his head and whimpered like a puppy, he hopped this new thing was good. He didn't want to go back. Though hearing that there would be no more pokes, stabs, cuts, pulls, or WhiteCoats he smiled and bounced on his feet, "No WhiteCoats! No WhiteCoats!" he said happily. Though the mention of food and water drowned his mood and the whimpered like a puppy again, "I.... am.... hungry... A-a-an-an-and thirsty..." he said forming an actual sentence for once. His sentence even changed his voice a bit too. It sounded more mature and still gravely thanks to not using it.Â<br/><br/>He groaned a tiny bit rubbing his neck and looked around before seeing nothing that could help them. XI wasn't too hungry just he was starting to be hungry.Â Though when his eyes caught sight of the square things he stopped. His arm, the black one, tensed and he held it like he was remembering something. Something that had to do with his original arm, "Home..." he muttered and looked down. The little boy he used to be came out as he remembered his home from before. Looking to her he pointed, "House, abandoned to the right. Safe." he said.Â<br/><br/>He remembered this area slightly thanks to the child he used to be, "House safe. No one touched it." he looked to her and tilted his head. Could they make it? He hoped so. After all, he could remember some of this area any way.Â