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Helynah frowns; this felixian is as lost as she is, so there goes whatever hope she had for answers.

At least he appears unhostile and rather polite. She figures she has little to fear from him, so she shifts her hold on the trident, moving her hand so it grips the end of the staff. Then she slides it into the sheath on her back. The retracted point sticks out over her head to the left. Its clear to any observers that she's still armed and she can quickly redraw the weapon if the stranger feels like taking a stab at her. She could do that, or...well, she has other nifty tricks. Point being, Helynah isn't afraid of getting stabbed.

"I hope we could help each other," she says. "I'm afraid I am also quite lost." Her eyes drift to the mangled corpse. That little surge of nausea calls bile up to her throat again. She gags and forces herself to swallow it. "Ulch...you don't suppose we could speak somewhere that doesn't reek of rotting monster corpse?"

“Yes fixing a new one , I just ask mommy to fix a new one.” Liliath smiled , thinking about her sister Bella “Yes they might need that.” She walked back to the others “We are back , you can’t ask where we were case it’s secret.” She said before anyone would ask

"Ah, well." He muttered as he slid his rapier back to it's place, not wanting to attack a lady. Bronze examined her once more. She's strong with nice muscles, and he bets that the blue trident is too heavy for him to use around- or maybe because he doesn't know how to use. Catching her eyes, the feline glanced behind him and found her looking at the corpse. I guess she hasn't seen bloody wars before. Deaths by axes are much worse than swords.

"Yes, let's get out of here. We'll speak more after we've moved away from this corpse. We should find a safe haven first- err..." He paused remembering that he isn't familiar with these buildings. Speaking of which, what is a 'Super Market'? At least he can read the signs. "Would you kindly lead the way? I bet you know the way more than me."

"R...right." As Lisa raises the lid, she realizes that she put herself in over her head; nothing, except for bandages, seems familiar to her.

She quickly identifies the "defibrillator" and puts it aside, then sets what she can identify as bandaging next to her own medical supplies. Next, she deals with the little bottles and...tubes (?)of pills or medicine that she can't properly identify. Liz sets that aside too, hoping she'll get a chance to ask later.

"Pardon me, OPTIC, but can you tell me what..." she holds a shiny, soft package of something labeled...she thinks it says "cold something," but her eyes are still about as bad as Victi's and she can't completely trust them. "...can you confirm that this is a package of cold?"

"And, OPTIC," Victi added with pre-emptive exasperation towards the AI, "please be tolerant that she is, I suspect, operating on a pre-industrial and either early or proto-scientific knowledge base. She's still your best option. Be respectful, please."

The moment Raven makes sense of that comment, all of their conversation's serious is lost. She has to let Liliath go on ahead of her while she collapses on the ground, burying her face in her paws to stop herself from laughing. Did...did the girl just...? She can't believe that Liliath knows what she means, but the child's little smile and last comment hints otherwise in the gutters of Raven's head.

She recovers in a few minutes, but before following the others inside, she pauses by Adam's side. The poor fellow is still apparently paralyzed with fear. "Hey, I know this is all kind of horrific and unbelievable, but standing scared stiff is going to make you an easy target. Let's go inside."

"Heh, I'm again afraid I do not, but I'm sure any place that doesn't house the dead will do." She passes by him and opens the front door, except it seems that said door has been blocked by a web of thick, impenetrable silk. Giant spiders? A lot of normal spiders? Something worse. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. She closes that door and crosses back into the hallway. That door is still clear, thank goodness. She joins Bronze outside.

"Ah, by the way; I don't believe I introduced myself. She holds out her left hand, which rough and calloused from years of regular manual labor. "Helynah, and what may I call you?"

She's not from around here too? Then what's going on? Two individuals stuck in a foreign land is far too coincidental. What's more is that she's... a human. A human? Seriously? They're only a fickle of imagination in his friend's head. Nothing but funny-looking creatures. But why does she exist? Her voice reminds him of a woman so she must be a she, right? Do they even have genders? This must really be a dream. He's expecting to wake up any moment now but...

Bronze never left his eyes on the human until she entered inside. He then waited and kept thinking. Bronze is silent when she emerged from the building and offered her hand, deciding if he should shake it. In fact, he stared at it for a few seconds. The offer seems generous, and building good relationships somehow his forte, plus she seems like a valuable ally especially if there are really monsters creeping around here. And lastly, even if this is a dream, he'll feel guilty by leaving her hanging. "Bronze. Bronze Nyx." the feline replied and shook her hand, feeling the callouses that just indicate her years of training.. Oh, heavens. Even her hand feels real.

“We should try to find a shelter , I don’t trust Seo , she hit me.” Liliath said annoyed “Also we need to fix clothes and survival stuff like knives .” She said to the others

She looked to Raven “What?” Liliath then remembered their conversation “Oh.” She giggeld “Raven it’s not that funny.”

"We're taking care of that," says Lisa. "I...think we can shelter here, at least for the night, and Victi claims that this building should have weapons, although we haven't had the chance to look." She is squinting at the package in her hand, trying to understand the words. Cold...compass? No, that makes no sense. Her eyesight is still awful and trying to read pains her head. Furthermore, OPTIC has fallen silent, so she has no help from him. Or it. Whatever.

Liliath is here, of course. The child should be old enough to read, right?

"Hey, come here," she waves Liliath over to her side. "Can you tell me what this is?" She shows the girl the package: a small white and blue bag that reads "instant cold compress."

"The medicine we have here is a little, er, different from what I know."

That's...not a very Felixian name. Helynah raises a brow but doesn't say anything. Perhaps he had an eccentric sire; it's none of her concern.

"Come," she says eagerly, more than happy to get to whatever business they have. "I have no idea what's happening, and neither do you, apparently. What we do know is that something dangerous lives here and might be stalking us. All I think to do is find shelter..." she trails off as she scans the street for a good hiding place. She catches sight of the bold, glowing sign that reads "Super Market." That draws a chuckle out of her; what makes one market super compared to another market?

Either way, a market has people and supplies, although she doesn't expect to meet any of the former; everyone with the exception of her and Bronze seems to have died an ugly, gruesome death.

"That looks alright; follow me," she makes a start toward the building with the bright "super market" sign.

"Sure, sure. I'll uh, I'll watch the rear." The feline replied with a small nod, casting a sidewards glance behind him. Still unsure on what's going on and what to believe, Bronze decided to play along and deal with what he's experiencing seriously. He won't lose anything if he acted like everything right now is really dangerous, right? Probably his sanity. I bet that illusionist is laughing right now. The wildcat sneered inwardly and tailed Helynah.

After a few seconds of walking, Bronze have only just picked up where they're going— to that building with that 'Super Market' glowing sign. "This place, huh? It just looks... bright. You think we can hide here?" Bronze questioned, staring at the bright words.

How they ever made that sign glow is out of his knowledge. Magic, perhaps? No, that would be impossible. If it is made of magic, someone would be here, and no sane person would light up two words in a dire situation like this.

Liliath looked to the bag , yes Liliath was supposed to be able to read , but her parents never allowed her to go to school. “I don’t know.” She said honest “I can’t read , I should but I don’t know how to read.” “Raven do you know how to read?”

Raven isn't indoors, it seems. Knowing her, the cat is either teasing the last newcomer or trying to coax them inside, most likely some mix of both. Fortunately, Lisa can answer that question herself. She does so with an exasperated sigh. "No, she can't. I've tried to teach her but she doesn't care." She holds the package closer to her face, frowning, then opens it.

A...another bag. How helpful.

It has to have some sort of medicinal use. This second package doesn't have any obvious markers for where to open it, so she's reluctant to do so. The "cold" label hints that it is some sort of ice pack, but they have nothing to freeze it with. She closes a tight fist around the bag, frustrated.

Still squeezing it, she takes a deep breath, counts to ten and breathes out. At least looking calm, she changes her focus. "Victi, can you find some pencils or something similar?" She needs to make emergency splints for the broken fingers.

"Sure. Can you make out anything at all on that? Either one?" she asks as she starts opening what drawers she can fin. Some sort of writing instrument. Capped, so probably a liquid-based pen. It'll do. "You've been lookin' at it for a little bit," she continues, looking at the bag as she passes them over.

Lisa squints at the outer packaging she'd torn into while gratefully taking the pens Victi'd found. "I can read the word 'cold' in the middle, then something that starts with an 'i' or and 'l', and the last word looks like 'compass' to me." She slowly shakes her head. "I'm very sure that it's meant to be used like ice, but we can't make it-eep!" She drops the bag in her fist like it just bit her. It feels like it did, turning cold to the touch.

"I-it...okay..." Well, she can use it now. She sets it aside and fetches bandages and gauze, some to bind the package to Masato's bruised arm and some to use for makeshift finger splints. She finds two more packages identical to the first so she can cover as many bruises as she can. She hopes their cold lasts long enough for her to rotate them and eventually cover all of the bruises. After that initial shock, she seems excited to have finally understood something in this horrifying alien city.

The magic in Helynah's world allows for enchanters to make glowing items and leave them unattended, so she gawks at the sign no more than the rest of the market's bizarre architecture. She also is much less concerned about hiding than Bronze. With her large, obvious weapon and bright cloak -she has no interest in ditching the cloak- she thinks trying to hide would be too much trouble for her. However, she understands Bronze's sentiment; something very dangerous lives here and it might be stalking them. They should tread with caution.

She should also consider explaining her decision.

"I think it's a market place, although I don't understand what is super about it." She peers through its big glass windows -what a wretched design idea- and sees shelf after shelf of goods, some familiar and useful, some alien to her. "It has supplies we might need. For example, food, in case we're prisoners here. Or extra weapons...or something to make weapons with, in case we encounter whatever killed that beast. I think..." she falls silent when she thinks she sees a person silhouetted in the dim light indoors. She grabs Bronze by the upper arm and drags him out of view of the window.

"Compress, maybe? It works off of an endothermic chemical reaction, probably. I.... I'm not used to things like this either, but I'm glad that basic chemistry still holds up," she explains, reassured that it's only the weirdness of, say, semiconductor device physics or bizarre phenomena that allow direct-linked communication over interstellar and interplanar divides that were failing here in terms of tech.

Well, okay semiconductors aren't all that weird, and are actually fairly easy to understand if you let yourself accept --- later, inner Victi. Work to do now. For example, raiding filing cabinets and trying to find documents. She hoped whoever these people were as technologically nostalgic as her kind and still kept paper records of things sometimes....

OPTIC's sudden inability to respond was caused by power fluctuation. The same ones that herald a greater danger -- a cascade failure. Deciding to keep this to himself yet, it still had time, OPTIC replied in a curt fashion toward Lisa's comments.

"Superficial healing, done well. Once the procedure is finished, I will take over. Begin repair of possible internal damage. Possibility to save retinas without further damage. Moderate."

It paused briefly. before continuing, " Thank you. Do you optical centers require assistance as well?"

"We are both visually impaired, yes. I should be able to recover over the next couple days, speaking of which I should stop leaving my pupils dialated, even if that's all that's letting me see right now, but if you wish to tend to her in some manner, please explain your plan of action first," Victi cut in. She did not want to risk a possibly glitchy bot doing something crazy like trying to do surgery with probably-broken equipment. She was lucky Ni had gotten to her in time the last time that had happened.