Aryn's eyes flickered to the newcomer long enough to take in his existence, but not so long as to create an opening for the shadows to take advantage of. "Sure, why not? Dunno how far these legs will carry me at this point, but I'm all for trying. Mind giving us the short version of who the hell are you along the way?"<br/><br/>It was about then that he realized this new guy was holding a familiar looking doll. He glanced over again, to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Nope, it's still there. Why the fuck does this random fucking guy have of all the weird fucking things one of that weird fucking girl's fucking dolls? Aryn felt like his head was going to implode.<em>"No no no, fuck this. I reject all this weird shit. I'll follow the demanding mystery prick if only for lack of a better idea, but honestly at this point I'd take a halfway decent excuse to die. You can only bleed so much before you're dry, after all."</em>