At the sound of the voice, an actual voice, Doonoe would give a startled squeak and shoot away from the stranger like a cat to a cucumber. He looked kinda like a cat, a dirty alley cat with his back arched like he was either ready to dash away or jump into a fight. Then he noticed the stranger was just that, a stranger. He slowly relaxed, though it was hard to tell under the layers of dirty clothing, his purple eyes staring at the other as if he didn't know weather to glare at the other or just look at him like he was crazy. Doonoe was the one who normally got the crazy looks so he went with glaring this time.<br/><br/>"Ex-explain?!" Doonoe's words came out in pants. "W-what do you mean explain? It was just a...A bad dream...." Doonoe's voice trailed away as he sat back down on the ground, lifting his dirty shirt and poked again at the inverted cross above his belly button. He knew it wasn't really a dream but what else could he think? It was too crazy for him to have actually got to Hell and back, too crazy even for him. But still...<br/><br/>His purple eyes would glance back up at the stranger, studying every bit of them before he opened his mouth to speak again. "Who...Or what are you?"