Xala licked her teeth, frowning ever so slightly.
Relics. but he didn't know what they were. That was some hot bullshit. A lift of her eyebrow and she looked away after a moment, looking both unimpressed and perhaps a little irritated. Xala followed after Castor, lips tight, pupils giant black orbs from the lack of light.
"Smells old in here," She said, voice echoing, "Will you know?" She asked softly, curious, "Will you see it and just know? Or do you just... Never know."