The door to Keepa's room began to shudder as LightTrack arrived at the hallway, a collection of low groans emanating from within as the overhead lights by the room flickered. It was clear that something was upsetting the core, although this behavior was normal for when<span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span>entered the hall...making its lack of response to the man almost as peculiar as the man, himself.<br/>With the intricate hall systems and multiple floors, it wasn't too inconveniencing to bypass Keepa's 'territory' and many often did to avoid the threatening reaction. It was a general consensus that Keepa had no ill-intentions towards the Titans, but without such spoken words to reassure the suspicion from the entity...and a lack of individuals willing to have that chat with the core, there was occasionally an air of ominous tension even when dealing with the adorable shells.<br/>- -<br/>I watched Ryan lift the shiny arm in response to the conversation. Had a question been asked? Curiously, I lifted my own in the same manner, unwittingly casting my vote before the conversation drifted back to the man. "Traps?" I proposed, aware that the man seemed to disappear only when a line of sight was broken. I wasn't too sure about his intentions, and would be hypocritical to think of him as an aberration...since I didn't really belong, either.<br/>That considered, I felt an odd familiarity with the being, there were others who panicked and made a big deal about it...I merely responded to his interest in kind. Cautiously, however...it was only one human, though, and if there is one thing I had learned since coming to be where I was, it was that it would take far more than a single hard-to-catch human to worry me.<br/>Part of me wished he had entered my room. At least the others wouldn't have to worry about him at that point.