Victor tries to appear as casual as possible as they near the 'girl' whatever she was. "What does she looke like?" He tried for casual as he said it but even he couldn't force himself to be casual when he felt on edge. "Sophia, I thank you for your kindness, dear, but I'm off!" He strides as confidently as he can muster, trying not to seem as daunted as he was by the expanse of grey...nothing but grey.<br/><br/>Artoria was just in a straight line, right? It shouldn't be so hard to find his way back, really. It was a pity that the straight line would mean he'd have to cross paths. He was more afraid that if he got oo close he'd panic and be pushed off-course. He was forgetting why leaving Artoria was a good idea in the first place.