Adia stares up at the giant mushrooms, her eyes wide behind her goggles. She has seen many strange landscapes, but almost all of them within the confines of the Nexus. It's both exciting and unnerving to be standing on a completely alien world, the feeling only accentuated by the gas mask.

"It's so red," she says quietly. Except for the yellow fog. It gives everything around her an eerie appearance. She squeezes Caspar's hand, who squeezes back automatically before letting go and turning towards the death knight. He hadn't missed the sword's little light show, although Harrowheart seems like his usual self once they're facing one another.

He reaches out for the gun when it's offered. "Yeah, I do," he replies, but he takes a moment to align it with his shoulder, peering through its sight and pointing it at an empty spot in the distance. He's never used a rifle, but he knows how all the same, some programmed knowledge passed down from his ancestors and other Fives.

When he lowers the rifle, he finds Adia giving him a funny look behind her mask. Then she catches sight of Harrowheart's minion and looks away again, shoulders hunched. "So, um... which way do we go, Tamminy?"