Lucas, on the other hand, doesn't seem very surprised to see Grune here either. There's usually someone with him anyway, in the elevator. There's supposed to be. (There's usually...more people, even....)
He does seem quite visibly startled when Grune tries to reach for his hand, though, as they step out of the elevator; instead of taking it he actually shrinks away from it a little, and shakes his head apologetically. Now's not a good time for hand-holding, he doesn't think. When was it ever a good time to hold somebody's hand? (It hasn't been for a long, long time...)
"I don't know. It might not be. ...It probably won't be." He informs her of this with a tone that borders on mournful. And then he turns to the room they've entered. It's a large, warm, and humid; pale grass carpets the floor, and vines creep on the metal walls. But most prominent is the pond indented in the center of the room, large enough to run on into another room at the far end. A man in a hardhat stands next to the ramp circling the water, and in the water itself are enormous...hippos? They look like hippos, anyway. But there are metal rivets in their skins, and brown metal casings on their backs...
Lucas takes it all in with a frown. "Yes, this is the right room. This is right so far. Even if it isn't the hundredth floor...we're going to need to go in the water," he adds, turning to Grune as if to gauge her opinion of this prospect.
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Date: 2016-03-17 06:58 pm (UTC)He does seem quite visibly startled when Grune tries to reach for his hand, though, as they step out of the elevator; instead of taking it he actually shrinks away from it a little, and shakes his head apologetically. Now's not a good time for hand-holding, he doesn't think. When was it ever a good time to hold somebody's hand? (It hasn't been for a long, long time...)
"I don't know. It might not be. ...It probably won't be." He informs her of this with a tone that borders on mournful. And then he turns to the room they've entered. It's a large, warm, and humid; pale grass carpets the floor, and vines creep on the metal walls. But most prominent is the pond indented in the center of the room, large enough to run on into another room at the far end. A man in a hardhat stands next to the ramp circling the water, and in the water itself are enormous...hippos? They look like hippos, anyway. But there are metal rivets in their skins, and brown metal casings on their backs...
Lucas takes it all in with a frown. "Yes, this is the right room. This is right so far. Even if it isn't the hundredth floor...we're going to need to go in the water," he adds, turning to Grune as if to gauge her opinion of this prospect.