Tightly together grew a patch of pine coniferous. It wasn't elegant, but it'd serve as enough of a hiding spot for the time being. The old wood groaned, cracking with inky steam as they pressed together with a small opening enough to crawl through. The residual steam touched the nearby shrubs, making them coil to cling to every droplet, obscuring the entrance. The group slid into the darkness of the interior of the wood which ballooned on the inside to fit them with more than enough room to stand.
In the dark, Luciel brushed at his undershirt which cast a small cloud of spores. The clung to the walls and rapidly grew into dim bioluminescent mushrooms. "Quaint..." he mused. [i]French guy[/i]? Come to think of it, introductions were in order, especially the guy who'd fallen on him.

"Luciel, if you will...and its French Canadian" Luciel said, doing his best to offer a chuckle and a dismissive hand wave. It was an asexual name which he felt suited him the best. They all needed a rest, and Luciel was sure he could help mend Ace's injuries if he had a moment to catch his breath. "So...dropping in all unexpected like..." he started, turning to David as he took off his rose-jack to get comfortable before continuing, or at least seeming like he was about to. He was flustered from the day and had lost track of his words, hoping the guy could fill in the rest on the conveyed notion of inquiry.