The cushioning from Whitney's magic assisted him in surviving the Ursa's onslaught. He felt little pain as his back made contact with the tree but he still felt the disorienting force that it did, leaving him a little out-of-it for the duration of the fight.

The fighting was over and the Ursa fell dead. That was also the time where Simon could gather himself back together and shook the stars of confusion away from his skull. He saw the black-dressed girl walking over and asked his condition in a tone of slight worry. "Are you okay?" Simon moved his body and limbs, feeling them around to see if he actually damaged something because of the attack.

"Brain's fine… Fingers moving and everything else is still attached." He said before trying to stand up, the Mechanical Blade still on the ground as he dusted whatever of himself off, only to hear a small laugh coming from the cutesy dressed Blaire. Simon gave her an annoyed look. He didn't like being teased like that.

"Of course you are~" She sheathes her sword and approached Alexis and Whitney while Simon gathered his sword, returning it into its compact form and attaching it to his right bracer. He looked around lazily for his shield and saw it sitting on the ground a few metres away. The laziness inside of Simon took over him as he activated the magnetic mechanism, forcing the metal of the shield to become pulled by the left bracer, quickly attaching to it. Once he was all settled, he joined the girls who was chatting.

"… Just got a lucky shot this time." Alexis proclaimed and Simon didn't understand. He looked at the Ursa and saw the bullet wound that it suffered and pieced what she said together with a quirk of a brow. The mind of the inventor is quick to dot things together after all. The shook of his head signified the ache that still remained on his head but he figured that complaining about it would only make him less of a man than they are. After all, he just got owned by an Ursa that the girls managed to kill. "I acted like an amateur back there…"

Alexis offered her hand to Whitney, and Whitney seemed to have accepted her invitation to become partners with an outburst of joy and kindness. It was great to see among them as the thought about their first meeting with Priscilla took place. Before he was kicked out of Signal… The lonely girl that stood by the docks that came to be his girlfriend was the shy and very closed one. Nobody really talked to her and nobody seemed intent on helping her. So Simon sat by her and tried what others won't. With time, came her openness. Her joy and her love. Eventually. It took him some time but when she admitted her feelings it felt great. A smile flashed from Simon towards the two newly born partners shaking their hands firmly that became their strongest tie between a person. He wondered if his ties were still as strong as it was.

Finally the small group turned to the ruins. The building looked crumblingly old and moss was taking over its structure. The entire thing was open and you could see what was being held inside. Pedestals, all holding something wrapped neatly in a plastic bag. He heard a sound and turned his face towards Whitney who became eagerly excited as she said; "Ah! This must be the ruins, yes?" Simon was definitely ready to answer that question.

"Yeah it must be. Blaire was the one who found it. So it's all thanks to her!" Simon replied before going on to the ruins's. "Oh yeah… Since you're now my partner, why don't we get to know each other a little? I'll start with something you could work with I guess… I told you before, I was an inventor! I love to make things and get touchy with my belongings." He began to yap as he walked towards the pedestal. "Most of the things you see with me is probably engineered by me… Well, not to boast or anything…" He looked at the items placed on the pedestal, becoming stupefied as he looked and turned to Blaire.

"Blaire, come check this out… Do you really think this is the kind of 'materials' that we need to bring?" Simon said. On top of the pedestal lies two bread slices wrapped neatly inside a plastic. Next to it were several other ingredients that seems to be necessary to make a… Sandwich? "There's mayonnaise… Some lettuces… More bread… What the heck?" He commented before adding some more comments. "You don't suppose we take all of them back right?"