"How?" That's the most interesting question, at the moment. The environment, until it becomes dangerous, does not seem unusual to him. He's noted the architecture, what should be metal or wood or stone, looking alive, alive and somehow diseased, but he's also quickly accepted it. More quickly than is quite healthy, maybe, or quite sane - but he's beyond noting that, beyond worrying about it. Probably for the best. As he stands he presses his hand against the wall for balance and does not mind the softness of the floor under his boots, does not mind whatever it is that goes dripping off his fingers afterward.

What interests him, instead, is what seems the only notable thing in the room. Her, that ability, whatever it is. "Been a long time since I've seen something like that. Is it done with some kind of machine, too? Something on you, or in you?"