It begins with a step to turn around. Duty lands hard but turns it into a roll and quickly recovers his feet. One hand reaches toward his waist for a weapon, but he halts taking in the sight before him. Carpet, wallpaper, mold and mildew. It's somewhere new and not entirely familiar. Nothing immediately assaults him or the other person who appears here, so he relaxes a notch.

He takes in the glowing marks, apparent young age, and unfamiliarity. Sleepers are many but not so many all things considered. Trench's natives are far greater in number, a single city though they still are. This person looks new.

Duty gives a small nod toward the boy. "Hello," he says.