Spend a few hundred years among humanity and body language begins to speak as loudly to you as any spoken or typed words. Her motions were noncommittal which Antonio understood. His own observations were nothing but conjecture. He'd need to know more about this place, the people who inhabited it, and the people who kept them here to have a more thorough view of anything.

And that meant finding some means of shelter from the rays of a sun that would, no doubt, be coming. He could feel the burning ball of energy as surely as he could the ground beneath his feet, though that could also be paranoia. No sun was his friend.

"I suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment. Where do us refugees reside?"