A stolen glance out towards the rest of the room between the tips of feathers told Lily enough information before Alma started to talk. They needed to match this energy the other three were presenting, or at least try to. Yes, it is was a scary and frankly horrible situation at the moment, but seriousness paired with doom and gloom weren’t exactly doing much to soothe her nerves as Lily pulled herself out from under Finntello’s wing. Keeping quiet until she was standing, finding it difficult to look at Alma before she had dusted herself off, it was slightly awkward having Finn so close with effectively his mother right next to them. Well, maybe she was the only one that felt awkward.

“We don’t even know where we are, where are we supposed to start?” Lily’s eyebrows creased together, creating a small divot between them. “Other than the end goal of ‘getting home’, I mean.”

Callisto remained near the entrance, casting his gaze around the small rag tag group. There was an inkling of annoyance that he wasn’t only with Xevon, but that was a hint of annoyance he could ignore because he knew it was silly. If they were to ever get back to earth, if this wasn’t earth, then Callisto could figure out the entangled mess that was his relationship with Xevon. Right now? Getting home.

“I do not know where we are,” He paused to give a small gesture to Lily. “However, I do know that the creatures like Veles came from another, well, plane. As ridiculous as that sounds…actually on second thought you two have wings and we are cats, so I suppose it is not as ridiculous as I first thought.” Callisto’s meandering comment was flippant before he cleared his throat and steeled his expression ready to return to the task at hand.

“This could be that place, if Veles’s realm was within it, it makes sense.”

Callisto shook his head, his eyes creasing in exasperation towards Finntello’s comment. Absurd thought to even think, let alone voice outloud to the group.

“We are not gods.” He huffed out, only sparing a glance towards Xevon as he spoke. That would be a terrifying thought indeed, one that should be voiced, unlike Finn’s genius comment. However, that would theoretically mean they were safer, there was no danger of other gods finding them an enacting some kind of punishment for being in their realm. Then again..that could also mean that darker creatures the gods used to keep at bay were now crawling all over the place.

“This a lot of hypotheticals we are talking about.” Callisto began wearily, dipping his gaze from one to the next. “Would there be a way to determine the truth? I doubt it, unless we find somebody else wandering around here.”

Lily almost jumped at the sensation of the hand grasping onto her own, he had come up from her blinded side and taken her by surprise. She did her best to keep from looking as startled as she had been, hopping into the conversation to distract herself.

“Whatever this place is, and whatever happened here, I just want to figure out the way home.” Lily tilted her head slightly, her home was strangely right next to her she supposed. The weird group, more tentatively Callisto and Xevon, was truly the only tangible thing she had left that resembled a home. She had nothing now but the clothes given to her by Alma and the generosity she had received from both her and Finn.

Lily's eyes carried towards Alma as she finished up the planning, noting that Xevon seemed to be waiting for her to do exactly that. Interesting, sort of. Maybe the stoic man was simply loosening back up, it wasn't like she could read his thoughts. Scouting was a good plan after all, even if she didn't feel the pull of hunger, similar to the hotel. She kept that thought to herself for now, just because she didn't feel hungry didn't mean that they didn't need food.

With a small nod to Alma, Lily twisted her neck to get a look at Finn beside her, having to overcompensate little to see him with her good eye. She couldn't smell any food or well anything actually, other than the ruined rotting wood and persistent musty scent. Nevertheless, she would search the place.

"Let's go, I suppose." She hummed quietly, offering a short smile up towards the man before beginning to walk towards the rest of the shattered buildings, the movement tugging Finn along with her.

Callisto was less enthralled with the concept of exploring the ruins, he couldn't smell anything useful so what was the point? Again, he bit his tongue. He didn't want to experience an Alma head clip or a seething look from Xevon, certainly not.

No, instead he began to walk aimlessly through the ruined building, keeping note of where everyone was but in particular Xevon. Craning his neck to look through beams of old wood to see his wings, reassuring himself that the man was still there and hadn't been whisked away by a light breeze.

Despite their interaction the previous night, he still felt like there was a solid wall surrounding Xevon. There were flickers of something in his eyes during their last conversation, but that was all it was. Flickers.

Lily flicked her head over her shoulder to look at Finntello, remembering which side she could see out of this time. For a second, she gave him a thoughtful look before returning to scanning through the remains of the building, her shoulders lifting in a short, simple shrug.

"Maybe this is how he was before the hotel, and the man we met in there was created by the environment. I mean," She paused and gave Finn a small glance. "We don't know him that well." Lily admitted, they didn't know him very well at all. They had encountered him under duress and accepted his help, aside from that, they didn't have any idea as to his true personality. Perhaps Callisto had more insight there considering the years they had spent together, but even then was that the real Xevon or was it a guise used to cope with their circumstances?

Callisto paused in his movements as he watched the flick of wing tips and the small cloud of dust that was left in Xevon's wake as he made for the sky. He stared at the spot his friend had been standing in for a long moment, only when the dust had settled back down onto the ground did he turn away and continue his pointless search.

He skirted around the edges of a far corner, slightly more ruined than the rest of the structure, barely standing on its own. Callisto wasn't exactly making the greatest effort to search through all of this rubbish, it was useless anyway. Then he caught something in the air, turning his head so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. A sharp hiss of pain left his lips, a hand coming up to the side of his neck to try and massage out the abrupt pain. With creased eyes, he peered into the corner of the rubble to spot a small bag. A rucksack, neatly placed in the corner, not a speck of dust to indicate abandonment.

He stepped closer, cocking his head to one side. There was someone's scent on the bag, he took in a deep breath but he couldn't figure out if it was old or new or if it was even human.

Callisto leaned down, crouching, he pulled the bag up closer to his face and inhaled again. Unaware that he looked rather creepy huffing at an object in the corner, but he was too enamoured with the smell to think about much else.

Callisto almost sprung out of his skin at Alma's voice, dropping the bag with a dull thud back onto the ground as he span around to look at her. Eyes widened still in surprise before he managed to calm himself down, forcing his expression to one of usual indifference.

"A bag, nothing special." He turned his head to look down at the ground, the bag was slumped in a pile by his feet. "However..." He nudged it with the toe of his shoe. "It has a fresh enough scent." Callisto rounded back on Alma, his lips splitting to speak again when a small rock went flying past his head and his shoulders jolted up towards his ears. The rock clattered against a wooden beam on the other side of him, slowly he turned to watch at it hit the ground.

Lily had turned to look at Finn as he stumbled, a short laugh coming from her at his graceless recovery. He held a valid point, the other man might not have had the time or willpower to work out his own feeling on whatever situation placed him in Veles's claws. She was certain most people would have trouble working through their memories of war let alone imprisonment by a sick god.

"You really are-" She cut herself off and rapidly turned back around, she heard the scuffing of shoes on the ground. She had heard Alma and Callisto speaking, but now they had stopped, they were just standing there. So who could she hear?

Then came the rock, smashing into the wooden beam sharply as the foot falls became louder. Her hand wriggled free from Finn and she batted at him to stay quiet, not turning to look at him, her hand quietly thumping against various regions of his chest and arm.

Callisto's eyes snapped to where the rock had come from, just as he did the foot steps he hadn't heard due to his all encompassing focus on the bag halted. It had come from within the ruins, whatever or whoever it was had been in there with them. Surely Xevon would had said something otherwise? That meant they had slept with it nearby or it had entered just before they had begun their search.

Strangely, Callisto could taste human in the air. Yet, he could not see one. Well, besides their small group that was. He stared into the tangle of stone and wood, waiting for something to make a noise, to appear, to throw another stone. Yet, nothing happened.