Cornelius made sure he was as quiet as possible as he moved closer to the mound-like structure. He used whatever cover he could find to keep a low profile. Stealth was never his strong suit, but he was agile, able to move with the grace of, well, a cat. Avoiding things that might draw attention to himself, like the snap of a twig, was not too difficult. The people there seemed to be caught up in dealing with each other, but there someone standing at the very top who appeared to be the center of their attention so to speak. Perhaps he was scouting for something? Maybe he was the one responsible for these bodies? If everyone else was approaching him then maybe he was their leader, and that thought might be plausible. As he got closer, he began to pick up bits and pieces of information here and there.<br/><br/>He ducked down a little lower as a scream sounded somewhere in the distance. Holding his breath, took a moment to listen to the sounds around him. It didn’t appear the scream was close by but he still remained vigilant nonetheless.<br/><br/>The closer he got the more conversation he picked up. Cornelius began to put his thoughts into little notes much like he would when supporting a client: So, this place was in fact somewhere that was on Earth? This place seemed to just grab people and throw them here, something must have happened, but nobody knows what, and everyone was just as confused as each other. There was also some kind of alien… and they seemed to be searching for something. Perhaps they had clues as to what was going on? Cornelius thought about making himself known but he still was not sure. A few people had approached the demon on the mound, and now they were all conversing, but he was just… uncertain. It was natural for someone who was not in their own, familiar environment, right? He wasn’t even sure he was in the same time period anymore.<br/><br/>However, Cornelius’s keeping a low profile and observing had come to an end. There was someone, multiple people actually, approaching the mound. If he had to take a wild guess they were coming from somewhere behind him. On the other hand, this place seemed like somewhere that would mess with one’s mind. Swallowing hard, he dared to look behind him, and saw that there was in fact someone approaching. The man spoke out but he didn’t seem to be speaking to anyone in particular. The lynx suddenly felt like he had been placed on the spot regardless, but was contemplating whether or not he should speak up. The man was carrying a weapon… It was a gun, but it was not something he was use to seeing; oh yeah, he was definitely not in the same time period. This most likely had to be some kind of weird future or something.<br/><br/>“Hello there.” The lynx said quietly. He was mostly addressing the man but he decided to make himself known to the others as well. No use sticking around in hiding when he was already spotted. So much for keeping a low profile, he thought to himself. Hopefully he had not just shot himself in the foot (pun intended, even) or he would never find out what was going on here.