Seeing the ocean again was oddly nostalgic. Given the places they could apparently end up, however, he was unsurprised to find himself with a dreary backdrop - continued nostalgia, if only due to the typical dreary state of any beach in the City. It felt something akin to fate, although likely simply a cross between punishment, atonement, and some measure of providing a similar enough environment.
Green eyes surveyed the building in front of the trio, and only served to dishearten him given their distinct lack of personal combat resources.
"It seems we find ourselves at disadvantage and advantage both." Gesturing to some of the broken crates outside of the facility, he indicates the manufactured food. The advantage being that resources seemed plentiful, with more to come within the facility.
The stark disadvantage seemed to be the large claw marks that had torn the crates open, seemingly leading back into the facility.
"While we three are used to such things, it is doubtful that we will have easy access to any of the measures within the facility that would typically let us control our situation."
That, and...
He was truly uncertain about how this little 'family vacation' may turn out.
"Now would be the best time to discuss our plan going forward, Sir Ayin, Angela.""
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