Conan quickly scampered in as the doors were opened for him, herded inside by someone he didn’t quite take a good look at until once they were inside. The fact that there was sand everywhere was kind of a big part of it, really. The doors shut behind him, and he brought his hands to his mouth as he began coughing. Some sand had gotten into his mouth and esophagus from that shout, he was sure.
Discomforting, but by no means something he would overly fret over. Shaking his head a little, he then took the moment to survey his surroundings with as much eye movement and as little head movement as possible, alert to all sounds as he tried to take in what was in front of him without making too much movement. There were some reploids in green uniform, an emblem on the hats that some of them wore, but the more attention-grabbing person had just knelt in front of him and dusted him off somewhat.
He stared, right hand still covering his mouth as he continued to cough slightly, the other dropping to his side and letting go of the cape he had been lent earlier by Fefnir. The young teen in front of him seemed vexed, rightfully so, as to how he had gotten there, but what drew his attention were her eyes.
They were eyes of a person that had seen many things, but were not cynical of the world around them. Eerily enough, it reminded him of a friend of his, from a long time past.
A friend he stayed loyal to until the very end.
He got the urge to do just about anything she asked.
It took him a few moments to answer. “S-sorry… -cough- sand… -cough cough-” He managed to choke out, then shook his head as it to clear his thoughts a little.
What he said here would make or break him, but while he’d like to keep his cover, if he wanted to /help/ and be of use to these people, they’d have to know at least a little about him so they wouldn’t treat him as the child he appeared to be. “I’m… you may call me Conan.” He started, then shook his right foot slightly to get some sand off his pants. His voice was raspy, but it was fine with him. Sand tended to do that.
He supposed he should drop the innocent act and just be honest here. It was his best card on hand. However, there were some things he only wished to say to Ciel rather than the whole Resistance. Namely, how he got there. “I’d like to confer to you in private as to how I… -cough- got here.” He said somewhat awkwardly, his gaze shifting from left to right to take a good look at the reploids further away from him before refocusing on the person who seemed to be Ciel.
"You are Ciel, correct?" He asked, then bowed his head a little, taking time to process just what he’d say.
It was difficult to be so up front and honest about things after four centuries of deceit to get by. He wasn’t sure how to continue without further prompt, other than maybe blabbing about how he wanted to help but that recent movements the Resistance had made were concerning him. It was much too forward, though…
"I don’t expect you to let me stay, but I would like to take the chance that I’m finally here to offer you my aid."
Ah, maybe he sounded a lot older than he should, but he was trying to give the impression that he was competent, even if he was a ‘child’.