Through of all the strange and rather unexplainable events, Rhys found himself inching closer and closer to the opposite wall. It seemed ridiculously plain in wherever he had landed, but for some reason, he didn't seem to mind all that much. The images on the wall seemed to be mainly of scenery, that he had sworn he had seen before, but none in particular stood out to him.

All points considered, he had literally no idea where the hell he was. Although it was slightly better than being left to die on Pandora, he felt a certain sense of guilt for leaving Vaughn behind. Maybe even Sasha and Fiona, too. To an extent, anyway. Sasha wasn't as bad as she seemed, but he still wasn't sure about Fiona. Considering that she brought Vaughn back in one piece spoke for her capability at the very least.

Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, he was wondering who would be the [b]most[/b] normal to talk to: he had questions. Then again, none of them looked normal and before he could even try, he was approached by a ridiculously short man with a pointy hat in the shape of a cone. "So, what's with the arm? And that eye, too. A little bit excessive for a regular looking fellow."

Rhys paused, looking at his right arm, opening and closing the palm of the yellow metal. "They're upgrades," well, that wasn't entirely a lie. "You know, the ECHO eye implant? I'm sure you've seen it. Commercials [i]everywhere[/i]. One of the best on the market, I assure you. What's with your . . everything?" He responded, trying to think of a question.

"Actually, what the hell are you?" Rather bluntly put, but he supposed this wasn't really the time for formalities, if there ever was one, "Are you some sort of species from Eden-6? Ooh...I hear they have some really weird crap going on over there."

Like fake Vault keys.

[i]Dammit, Fiona![/i]