He turned to look as he heard the voice of the woman from before. Did... she tell him her name before? He couldn't remember... It's a wonder he was even able to remember his own name. With how much information went through his head everyday, it was a wonder it was still functioning. [i]Part of the magic, I suppose.[/i] Still.. He looked over at the girl as she seemed to be much more chatty now, having apologized for earlier. Slowly, a smile crept onto his face, listening to her talk. 

[i] "Hey, listen, sorry about earlier. I was in a bad mood, but.. I've worked it out of my system, you know? Anyway, I was wondering if you didn't happen to have any idea of what exactly we're supposed to do here. I'm kind of lost, really." [/i] She said, with an attempted smile. 

Ryko chuckled, seeing the awkward nature of her smile. [b]"You don't have to pretend to smile. Though, I would prefer you smile. People are always more beautiful when they smile, don't you agree?"[/b] He told her, flashing her his pearly whites, a playful look in his eyes. [b]"As to what we're doing here..."[/b] He began, trying to collect his thoughts. [b]"From what I saw on the letter, I'm assuming we're just meant to stay here and... find ourselves? I know it's sounds rather mushy but... I think it's what we're meant to do. You know? Come to terms with who we're supposed to be and what to do with that."[/b] He paused. [b]"From the looks of it, we all need that... reflection."[/b] He continued, chuckling. [b]"Though..."[/b] He began again, looking around the room. [b]"It seems as though some of us are more informed as to our situation than others."[/b] He said, more reflecting than actually telling her anything. [b]"Oh. I never caught your name."[/b] He blurted out, turning now to look at her again, a small smile on her face and in his eyes. 

As usual, his deep blue eyes were swirling, twinkling, almost as if one could see the souls, the memories held there. To him, it was like a computer in his head, one he could thankfully turn off and on as he pleased, though the voices never really stopped. To him, he could see the souls, their timelines, all of their different lives that make them who they are. It was so beautiful, so magnificent, it made him sick sometimes. It likes how the humans refer to God as this being so beautiful one cannot even spare to look at him for more than a second before their eyes burst into flame and they never see again. It was like for him, painfully beautiful.