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The one girl seems really upset. He should do something about that, right? Something heroic. But... he doesn't understand the video, and he doesn't really get what's wrong. Maybe he should tell her that if he sees the man she yelled at he'll kill him?

He's still trying to decide when the man asks him that question. The question Finn asked him, before making sure he'd never have a place at the tree house again. He doesn't know what he is, only that he is.

"I don't know man, what are you?"

Part of her, a large part, would have honestly welcomed Fern's offer. Oh, how she hates the police, and currently all headway Detective Gibson had made in that area has vanished entirely. As it is, she finds herself leaning a little into the blonde woman (Miss Sara?) and her touch as she tries to get her breathing under control. She'd be curled up in a ball if her corset would allow, but it doesn't, so all she does is hunch her shoulders as much as she can. Which doesn't help the breathing.

It's the disdain that does it. The disdain from the man, whose memory she didn't understand at all. Deviant? Partner? And his twin? As much as the green child's memory had been as confusing and horrible as an opium-induced nightmare, she's sensitive to disdain. Particularly now, with the reminder of everything.

"Does it matter?" she snaps, straightening. There are tears in her eyes, down her face, but her full mouth twists in something other than a repressed sob. "He's clearly some form of the Good Folk, but he's here the same as all of us." Anger, yes, good. She can use anger, and she uses it to get to her feet.

"Wherever here is."

To be fair, Sara was thinking the exact same thing as Conner was, she just hadn't asked. There was more concern that Katie's reaction would get worse. Sorting out what each of them was could come later, assuming none of them attempted to attack each other.

As it was, it seemed Katie was pulling herself together pretty quickly. Or at least feeling something other than upset. Anger was a good way to focus, she knew, as long as you didn't get lost in it. The Good Folk was a term that was no longer lost on Sara, but she'd argue that this guy didn't seem anything like a Fairy's she'd encountered recently. Not that it meant much anymore in a place like this.

"Potential Fairy, possible robot or artificial intelligence?" it was a question as she looked at Conner, before pointing to herself "Previously dead." She offered a hand to help Katie get to her feet. "Now that everything is clear as mud, does anyone have any idea where we are?"

She was a newer arrival to the village. While she'd done some exploring, she hadn't gone too far. She didn't have enough supplies to attempt that trip yet. This place was completely unfamiliar to her.

"Android," he confirms. "My name is Connor."

The answer is directed at the human—Lance—but his eyes stay on the plant creature, stare sharp and clinical. Its shape is human, but a closer inspection reveals no flesh in the slightest—not even the synthetic substitute covering his own body. Grass composes its frame instead, an array of flora twisted to imitate everything from clothes to hair. More like a doll than construct, really. Does it even serve a use?

He wonders if it might unravel.

Kelly's... contribution draws only the faintest curl of a lip. Definitely one of the more primitive humans. (Not that her memory hadn't shown that much already.) But their current location is a pressing question, and Connor shifts his gaze at last, taking in the other groups and the dimensions of the structure holding them.

"It's not part of the villages." North or South. He hasn't been in every building, but he's walked them all from the outside, and the architecture doesn't match at all. He squints at the milling crowd, gaze caught by an odd shimmer of light to one side. He blinks, and the error(?) vanishes, but...

"Traffic is dispersing over there." Connor points. "There's probably an exit."

Fern turns his entire body away from Connor. He isn’t worth the trouble, really, so he’ll just show him exactly how much he cares about the jackhole’s opinions.

"I don’t think we should go with the android. He’s probably evil." If he had a sword he could probably test that theory...

Kate has no idea what an android is, and only the vaguest of ideas on what a 'robot' is. She's heard of zombie, since being here, but it's all so hard to process right now. Too many memories not her own, and the echo of her own scream bouncing around her skull.

"I do not," she says, sharpening her voice, "particularly care what any of us are. Unless you can magically take us back to the village, I doubt it's that important. And, Master... Uh, Plant. We cannot fathom someone's morals from their civility. So."

She looks around, trying to weigh their options. At least they are not alone.

"If we go with the rest of the villagers, we cannot go too far wrong. At least, there'll be more of us who may know how to get home."

Kate may not care who or what any of them were, but Sara did. Not to a point that she would have an immediate outward reaction, but she wanted to know who and what she was dealing with just in case. When she arrived here she had been told that everyone got along, but that didn't do it for it.

Just because one of them was an Android didn't mean he was Skynet. Just because one of them was a plant didn't mean he(?) was Swamp Thing. But better to be sure.

"Cool, when in doubt, follow the masses. Unless anyone notices them doing something stupid."

So she turned in the direction that Conner had pointed and headed towards the others that were here. If no one wanted to discuss the visions, that just made things easier. Even if it didn't satisfy her curiosity.

When Connor arrived here? He'd ripped his duplicate's heart out. Of course, that had been for a mission. Still, he eyes the plant creature's back with silent, clinical interest... before turning to follow Lance out. He definitely has questions for her, though the mystery of their second kidnapping takes precedence for now.

His LED glows a calm blue, face a neutral mask of unconcern. But Connor certainly isn't taking anything for granted—safety least of all. He listens, tracking the motions of the two behind.

Fern makes grumbling noises, ready to stay behind out of spite. But Kate is going too, and he doesn't actually know where anything is. It wouldn't be a problem if he got lost, except that his best chance at getting a new sword is in that dumb village.

He finally follows with a disgusted scoff.

"Well, now, if they do anythin' too stupid, we'll just have to speak up, then." There's safety in numbers - and there will be more safety later, when it gets cold - but Kate is also not blind to the issues of playing Follow The Leader. People can also be very, very stupid.

So the small woman walks off to the crowd, back straight and step far firmer and far more determined than perhaps she needed to be.

But then, these three strangers had seen one of her worst memories, had heard her screaming, and that makes her feel vulnerable.

Still.

She does try to keep half an eye on the Plant Fae.

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