The Ancient Eldar smiled at the Mon'keigh, now identified as Sayaka. He wondered what she meant. Gorrendil was always good at figuring out what one's words are. To find the underneath of the underneath. And he couldn't wrap his head around what Sayaka's words. 'A good friend to have. The future may not be as bleak as I thought' Gorrendil grinned and stood up, turning his laspistol's safety off. 

"Sayaka!" he started "I'm going to go back to the group, we need to move on!" The Outcast turned back to the first room. [b]BOOM![/b]

Gorrendil sighed. Another arrival. He wondered how many more people are going to be dropped into this hellhole. The Eldar looked around the room and saw one more arrival. He outright laughed. "Your wearing a dress!" Gorrendil couldn't breath and he was red faced. He got up, still giggling and heard [b]"Hello? No one heard me? Does anyone have a clue on time as of now, because I don’t!"[/b].

"The time?" Gorrendil looked at his interface and saw the time. "Uhhhh, 2350 cycles of 340.M41"