Finn reluctantly sat up far more awake when Alma had broken the silence. His wings stretched out, aching with the ground he had slept on. The red tips quivered slightly as he stood up and dusted himself off slightly before his arms crossed over his chest, more of a resting position--it was more comfortable.

His rusty red eyes swiveled, turning to Lily. She wasn't wrong. They had no real idea where they were. That was a good point. Or, alternatively, when in time they had ended up. The hotel seemed to be frozen in time, nothing changed, nothing aged--there was no dust on anything at all. Which added to the spookiness. The air was still and unmoving. Was, being keyword.

The ruffle of a breeze through feathers and hair gave him a slight chill. But as he glanced from Lily to Alma, to Callisto and then to Xevon, he found himself a little bit curious. Callisto remained near the entrance, relatively aloof. That was usual for him. But the stance that Xevon had--that had changed. It was just as rigid as before but he had his shoulders positioned differently. Instead of closed off, as if leading a battalion, he had it angled toward--toward Alma. Finn's eyebrow raised slightly with the thought. So he was giving some leadership to Alma, not all of it, considering he still stood as if in line.

He caught out of his thoughts as Callisto broke the silence and turned to him. "Another plane--of like existence?"

"No, no," Alma waved one hand, tutting softly, "it is a realm. A dimension where only the gods could exist--"

"... so are we dead or are we gods?" Finn's arms slowly lowered, taking Lily's hand again. His eyebrows furrowed, creasing in a weary uncertainty.

Xevon's blood red eyes flashed subtly. "Or... are the gods dead and we are walking in the absence of ethereal presence?"

Xevon made no real comment toward Finn either. He simply filed that in the space for the many, many, many stupid comments that Finn was going to make or had already made. Kids these days.

The man shook his head lightly and turned toward Callisto as well. "That would be the only way I assume, finding someone."

He left it at that, short curt and clean. Lily's comment drew his attention to her. Home. A small twist in his chest was the only reaction he had to her words. The way home. He had clung to that thought once--a group of them all clinging to the same thoughts. He had walked for miles upon miles with the group to try and figure out a way home as well. They spoke about what their plans were after they had gotten back home.

Sergeant and himself were the only ones who made it home and then, he had found himself without a home yet again.

He clear his head of his thoughts with a minute shake. "The best thing to do is get on the move. There is no food, little shelter and meager supplies here," he responded. "Unless we can find a map which tells us where we are, we keep searching."

Finn's nose crinkled but he couldn't argue much with that. It wasn't like they had a choice. He kept himself on Lily's blind side, a touch... guilty. While he knew, in theory, it wasn't really his fault... he felt like it was. He should've been faster, been stronger, been... smarter. But he hadn't and they had all gotten lucky. Technically.

He wasn't sure yet. But he was sure that Xevon hadn't moved at all, looking at Alma to await whatever she was going to say.

The woman looked over the rag tag group and sighed. "Let's scout this place first, see what we can find. If we can't find anything in the ruins, then we'll head out."