At first, silence was Z's answer. Cassandra and Jon were left to their own interactions, Babara was too busy cooking, and Wyze-<br/><br/>"Can I help you with something?"<br/><br/>Much like with Jon, in the blink of an eye Wyze was there to greet Z. As the dust rose and settled again in Wyze's wake, he removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes, now looking quite bloodshot. The rings under his eyes were looking quite deep now. As he replaced his glasses, he took a moment to observe Z before looking quite surprised. Not excited, but certainly surprised.<br/><br/>"Your kind is a rare sight these days. Most others fled to caves or swamps. I would think that after this world started mechainizing, the amoeba would be the first to try and find shelter." He stood up straight still too busy with his observations of Z to actually acknowledge him. Much like before, it was as if Z were an this of study than an actual person in Wyze's eyes. Wyze busied himself with the occasional mumbling, even crouching down to prod a bit at Z's stomach.