[center][h2]Javal[/h2][/center]

Ah, she must also be from Earth, Javal concluded when he heard the second woman's reply.  It was clear by her answer that she too had gone through the rather unpleasant experience of dying.  At first glance her body looked like it had stitches, then a moment later he saw that they were joints- she appeared to be a living doll of some sort.

The elf hadn't given her answer yet, but since she was here, and just as confused as they were, her story would probably be the same.  She died, and woke up here.  His own body didn't thus far seem as otherworldly as theirs, but there still might be some surprises in store whenever he managed to find a reflective surface.

"Last I remember, my plane was going down in the Alaskan wilderness," he answered the elf's question.  "I suppose you can call me Javal," he answered, Javal being a moniker he used in computer games.  New body, new name.

The doll was right, from what he saw outside, this place probably wasn't safe.  As much as he wished to stop and think, this wasn't the place or time.  Judging by the corpses on the ground, the figures moving around outside probably weren't friendly.  The trio needed to find someplace safe to regroup and figure out exactly what had happened and where they now were.

"I saw what looked like some weapons lying around outside," he noted.  "It's risky, but if those things find us before we can find someplace safe, I'd much rather we have something to defend ourselves with."