The pair of blondes nodded and followed on after Helli, Millien keeping her sunrod held aloft as the small group found their way outside. The coarse feeling of the gravel beach beneath her softly-padded boots was...<em>unpleasant</em>to say the least, and already she could feel sand creeping its way into them, however this may simply have been her imagination. Speaking of imagination, as the two previously acquainted girls and the newly arrived and rather large, one might even say immense, man talked amongst themselves, the plants... grey and twisted as though stripped from a nightmare.<br/><br/>Then again, it may very well be a hallucination, possibly having fallen asleep on their voyage and imagining her grey surroundings. There was, after all, a huge man and a woman dressed like a rabbit present. It may be slightly rude, but for now, continuously staring at the quite frankly horrid looking, colourless foliage, Millien deigned to speak to her sister, rather than the group as a whole... just for now.<br/>"Ballé?"<br/>"Yes?" her uncomfortably moist, leather-clad doppelgänger replied,<br/>"Be a dear an' slap me."<br/>A look of puzzlement spread across Ballé's face upon this request. Though it had been a request, she could also think of it as retaliation for the kick to her rear shortly before. As the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed a bit and Millien's cheek reddened in the pattern of a right hand, she could at least be assured that she was quite conscious. As far as she knew. Though<em>now</em>it was going to be quite embarrassing striking up a conversation with those survivors that witnessed her little scene.<br/><br/>"Sorry for interrupting," Millien said, her free hand fiddling with her neck tie as she approached the gathering proper, "but I was just thinkin' I should introduce m'self and my sister, Millien and Ballé," introductions soliciting a small wave from her twin, currently standing behind her, "I'm... sorry, again, f'r not doin' so when we came out, I just wanted t' see, lookin' at them trees, that this weren't a nightmare. Ah, miss... Helli, was it? We've already met inside, just... wonderin' if we can get better acquainted with the other survivors. Might not be the<em>best</em>time, what with the... y'know, situation, but if not now, when?"<br/><br/><em>'Oh lord, she's rambling again,'</em>Ballé thought, turning her head away from her sister, attempting to hide the visible side with her hand as the other crossed over her bosom, a feeble attempt at disassociation.