Marc stared back, waiting for that door to open. There was still something of a resistance every time he pushed to the forefront of their consciousness for control, but once he was through the true strangeness of their surroundings came into full focus through all his senses; the oddly fresh air, the sound of the trickling water from the fountain, and the lack of other sounds thereafter.

He turned around slowly to take things in with his own eyes before patting himself down to see what all they had to work with. Finding only the strange tablet Steven had pointed out earlier wasn't exactly promising, and with a scowl he slipped it back into a pocket, tugging at his clothes in a fruitless effort to make them look less rumpled.

"Okay. Now let's see what we've gotten ourselves into..."