He sat in silence with the strange creature for a few long moments, not wishing to eat more, or to open his mouth again. The silence that followed was unlike anything he had ever experienced. In the domes things always hummed, pings, beeped, screeched. A mechanical wonderland in which peace, true peace was a god send that almost never arrived. Odd, that he found himself so content down here, knowing full well what fate most likely was laid before him.<br/><br/>When the door opened he nearly leapt out of his skin, sending the soup inside his bowl sloshing dangerously close to spilling. Carefully, so not to waste any on the floor, he placed the bowl down, his table etiquette perfect for soup in a virus ridden wasteland refugee camp. He reminded himself of his theory about these people, the monsters wearing skin masks. More and more he found his dome knowledge being called into question by mere observation, his fundamental belief's destroyed. By what? A few hours in a sewer? Surly a Beta had more moral fiber than that? Right? He was not so sure.<br/><br/>When the woman announced herself as the ruler of this, whatever it was, he took a moment to get a good look at her. She looked almost, normal. He would expect the queen of monsters to have tentacles, horns, wings, and speak through a thousand demonic voices. He closed his eyes. shaking his head. He looked back up, eyes flicking to the odd creature. The oddest one in the room, and yet the one Alten was sure was not going to kill anyone.<br/><br/>"It's..." He let his response trail off, a sigh escaping his lips, he shook his head, "It's fine," he said, the typical response of the domes. Fine, nothing could be bad, nothing could be great. How was your day? Fine. How was the wedding? Fine. The Funeral? Fine. Fine, fine, fine, the word didn't seem to belong, like a long forgotten song of another life time it felt wrong on his lips. Fine? None of this was fine, it was all, it was all... when he realized he was not sure which swear word would be appropriate for the situation he hung his head, simply staring down at his leg, or into oblivion.<br/>