Cremator simply opened his amber eyes, instantly widening them in shock and pain before they regained their wistful, half-lidded stare. His mind went through multiple files, topics, and folders, before he calmed down his brain and logically thought things through, utilizing his senses. He was standing inside of a cylinder object - a pod, he realized, and in front of him he saw nothing but large, empty space, the sound of others' heartbeats, and heavy breathing. The Cremator clenched his right hand, regaining the feeling inside the appendage, before clenching his left and shaking his legs and feet. Instinctual knowledge was beginning to formulate inside his head, along with the familiar cold voidness that he felt inside of his coma-like sleep.

"This is an interesting development..." He muttered, his voice deep and quiet. A small push forced him to calmly walk out of the pod, and straightened his body, instantly noticing the other lifeforms around him.

"..." His sharp amber eyes began examining the two with cold detachment, his first instinct to meeting unfamiliar, yet, for some reason, familiar individuals.