Callisto remained still, barely breathing as he stared into the murky structure, shadowed by the caved in roof. He didn't need to glance at Alma to know she was bearing arms, prepared to throw herself into the ruins. Strange that. Curious even. He wasn't aware of many women her age that had this sort of..prowess.

Those thoughts were shattered as he heard the sound of Xevon all but smashing himself into the ruins, the clattering of wood and a loud shout of pain after the smack of bodies into the ground. It jerked his form back into animation and he began to step forwards towards the sounds, slowly at first but quickly growing speed.

Lily wasn't far behind the approach, snagging Finn's shirt to drag him with her at first. Once she was sure he was following, she let him free from her grasp. It was difficult to navigate over the fallen rubble, clipping her foot on some objects as she misjudged the distance thanks to her new ailment. As she made it close enough to see Xevon's wings arching behind his back, Lily's eyes darted to the form beneath him.

At first, she struggled to see what it was, but sure enough she could see legs and arms. Human legs and arms, which was a small comfort but then again Veles had looked like them.

Beneath Xevon, with dirt now smeared across her face from the impact, lightly bleeding from the graze. A woman heaved for breath as she glared up at the larger man, her own fury matching his.

"How about you shove those wings where the sun doesn't shine!" She snapped back just as sharply, sneering up at Xevon as she spoke. She wasn't strange looking, she just looked like a woman. Perhaps in her mid twenties, sun-kissed skin, blue eyes and a mane of wild brown hair. She had landed on her back, facing up at Xevon who was still glaring down at her.

"You're the ones who are stealing my things and sleeping in my house!" The woman continued her reckless barking aggression. Clearly, she wasn't phased by the large winged man above her, nor the four other people that had emerged from the shadows. In fact, she didn't look scared at all. Which Lily found particularly interesting.

The woman narrowed her eyes as Xevon lowered himself towards her, keeping eye contact with him, not a flinch to be seen. Even as he ripped her up from the groun and righted her on her own two feet, she remained glaring at him like a wild animal.

Her eyes darted from person to person as they spoke, slowly a look of confusion rose in them as she settled on staring as Finn. "You're..strange." She started, carrying her eyes back to the man who was gripping at her shirt. The shirt was almost black with a faded logo on the front of it. It might have been a band name, but it was too faded to tell what it was anymore. Her pants were baggy black jeans with various pockets, the beginnings of dirtied white trainers were poking out from beneath them.

"My name is Florence." She spat out, keeping up her sneering expression. Now that she wasn't almost growling out her words, the accent shone through. A bold New York accent, only made stronger by the clear irritation in her tone.

"Who the hell is Veles? You're jabbering on about how you died, but you're standing right here." She continued, clearly exasperated with the lot of them. Her hand rose to flick around and gesture at the group.

Lily's eyebrows knitted together as she watched the interaction, keeping her post beside Finntello as she oberserved Florence. She sounded normal enough to her, meaning she wasn't some lost person from years ago. Florence looked modern.

"Ignore them." Lily stepped forwards, giving Xevon a quick sharp look of disapproval before focusing on her again. "We were trapped in a hotel, we got out. Now we're lost, we don't know how to get back home. Can you please help us?" She made an effort to keep her voice kind.

"Hotel.." Florence narrowed her eyes as she looked as Lily, the graze on her cheek still leaking a small amount of blood, now that she was standing her arm on the right side that she initially landed on was also grazed up could be seen.

"How did you get out of there?" Florence sounded as though what they had accomplished was impossible.

Florence lifted a hand to dust the front of her shirt, albeit rather dramatically with a pointed look towards Xevon before turning her nose up at him to focus on Finn as he began to assault her brain once more with information. She stared at him blankly after a moment, blinking slowly as she tried to process what he was trying to say. It was better to not ask questions, that was her conclusion. She knew about the hotel and the horrors within, she had heard utterings of the mad god that lived there and the terror he brought down on those inside and out.

At his questions, the young woman baulked and took a step back, her eyebrows furrowing together rapidly followed by a scoff. "I came here in ninety five." With that she cast her scrutinizing gaze across the rest of the group, noting that they all looked vastly different. That being said, three of them looked more close in era than the other two. In particular...

"What's his deal?" She threw a hand to gesture at Callisto that made him blink in surprise. It wasn't a lasting thought as Alma's touch to her cheek made Florence snap her head around and pull away, agast that someone had touched her. She backed up towards where the bag lay crumpled on the ground, her heel nudging it back slightly.

"I'm fine." She muttered, looking between the large group one by one. How on earth could they expect her to be all buddy buddy when they were picking through her things and slamming into her from the sky. Morons.

Callisto was relieved to have the attention of this new woman off of him, she was far more forward and much louder than Lily and Alma combined. The man wasn't quite sure he enjoyed the energy she was bringing, even if she was outnumbered, he suspected they would at least get a nasty mark from her before her demise if it came to that. In saying that, was she gifted as they were? If that were the case then...His thoughts trailed off, narrowed pink eyes staring relentlessly at Florence who was staring right back.

"Seriously, why is snowflake so creepy?" Florence curled her lip, a slender hand lifting to flick accusingly towards Callisto, the man didn't react this time.

Callisto's eyes narrowed into thin slits as he listened to Finntello speak, refusing to look in the young man's direction despite the rather demeaning comments that were being flung towards him. He didn't particularly care, but still it was rude. The look that Xevon gave Finn, that wasn't missed, he caught it from the corner of his eye right before the winged male began to address this new woman.

Her scent was human. However...there was something else there. Something he couldn't quite place. Callisto suspected Lily could easily identify this woman as a human, but she was new to this use of the sense of smell, perhaps she wasn't as adept as he was. At least, not yet. There was a bubbling veil over the regular smell that made Callisto's body feel on edge, like he was being cornered by some predator.

Florence whipped her attention around to Xevon, jaws parted in a scoff towards Xevon's dismissive words. Her hands found their way into the large front pockets of her jeans, her torso leaning back in a casual manner.

"As lost as you are?" She sniffed, slipping her scrutinizing pale gaze between the strangers with a laziness that came easily to her. "I know this place like the back of my hand, who are you to tell me what I do and don't know?"

Lily remained silent, there wasn't much she could contribute here. Afterall, Xevon had become defacto leader with slight lenience for Alma.

"Taking orders from an over-grown bird." Florence was muttering to herself, giving a roll of her eyes as she bent down to pluck her bag from the floor. "Move on as you please, can't wait for the creatures to devour you." Her voice was light, driping with sarcasm as she flung the bag over her shoulder. "I'm surprised they haven't torn you all to pieces yet, maybe it's because they don't like the taste of chicken." Florence flicked a hand towards the winged men and began to step past them, picking the route between Alma and Lily as the best shot out of there.

"It's not like I know how to get out of here or anything."Her back was facing them now, still walking away. "Have fun walking in circles for eternity." Florence lifted a hand and gave a short, half-baked wave without looking back over her shoulder.

Lily stood like a sentinel as she watched the smidge of information that was Florence walk away, feeling the rise of panic in her chest. Were they really going to let her leave? What was she talking about creatures? They had dealt with Callisto, she was more forward with her distaste than he was, then again a giant winged man had come barrelling from the sky and smacked into her. Lily would be lying if she said she wouldn't have reacted in a similar way, albeit a little more calmly.

Callisto followed Florence with his eyes as she retreated away, narrowed gaze so honed in on the newcomer that he hadn't registered the high strung conversation being discussed beside him. Only when he felt the presence of Xevon approaching him did Callisto's head swivel to look up at him.

"There is something different about her. She is not wholly human, but I do not know what else she could be." His voice was factual, tilting his head to the side as he surveyed Xevon's expression. Why did he look so irate? His wings were flexed up behind him and there was a small hint of disgruntlement across his features. Florence had not been particularly pleasant but that had never made Xevon baulk before. He raised a single eyebrow in question towards the taller man.

Lily let her gaze slide from the agitated Alma and Xevon to peek up at Finntello. "Are we really not going to ask her for help? She seems to know more than we do." She mumbled under her breath. "I mean, she's rude. But I don't care if she insults me the entire time, as long as we get home."