Beringer was, surprisingly, met with an unprecedented amount of reaction to his words. Delphia at first simply averted her eyes from Beringer's crouched position and refused to place her hand upon his, but she nevertheless uttered a first word to the group.
"Sure," she mumbled, her eyes still traced to the side. She seemingly disliked such close eye contact. Beringer's communication was short-lived, however, as Ulysses brazenly motioned to take Delphia into his metallic clutches. The girl was hoisted up without an issue and without a peep; for all Ulysses abrasive tendencies, Delphia made no motion or word to avert being placed on his shoulder. She remained as unenthusiastic as ever, retaining the ever-apathetic gaze away from any and all direct vision.
The scientist looked a tab bit pleased at her quick "integration" (if nay of the champions were willing to call it that), and took a few steps backward as if to surrender her to their care finally. With a monstrous, long bow, the doctor gave his goodbye's, some final words of encouragement, hope, and thanks, and disappeared in a flash of light, indicative of his leave from Agar Mythos itself. All at once, the world seemed to fade back into place.
Their meeting location was, at first, seemingly a nameless building with an address in the outskirts of Titan, a mountainous city reflected in the real world upon Mt. Fuji itself. Upon entering the room initially, it was a dull grey, littered with various chairs, electronic boards, and miscellaneous messages. It seemed to be a doctor's office of some sorts, but as the doctor himself had appeared, it was altogether lightning quick and unexpected; he had warped in, Delphia in tow. At that moment, the room too instantly changed, growing deathly quiet and seemingly removed from the world. Now that he was gone, things returned to normal, and the sounds of a common pedestrian bustle outside once more reached their ears.
