[Kenai]

Sergio held Jirazel's hand willingly in the claustrophic darkness.Thoughts of Alligators or rats running up in pants made him anxious. More anxious than the thought of aliens, at least until he thought of the sentinels from the Matrix.

The stench of the sewers was perhaps the grosses thing he ever smelled to honest he was somehow unsure, nonetheless he used his free hand to hold his shirt over his nose and mouth as if it would help. The slums they exited into smelled marginally better but breathable. He couln't believe what he was seeing. It was like stepping into a fictional story cause he was pretty sure that no one actually designed cavernous areas in the sewers big enough or any comparts close enough to house a community like this.

"I never try to piss anyone off." Despite this hovel being located, literally, in the cesspool of mankind some of the items in the stalls were made his eyes shine. Of course he was ignored and Jirazel was acknowledge. It bothered Sergio but fore-front on his mind was the word "property". How it tasted so distasteful in his mouth these days. Sure Jirazel was treating him alright NOW. But Sergio had little choice in the matter as the now strangely friendly master of his was his best option.

"Right-o Sir!" he threw a lazy salute and swished over to the kitchen portion of the room and rummaged through everything to find something to eat. There were military rations and various non-perishable foods tucked away and... "Would like some tea?" Sergio wasn't waiting for an answer to start putting together what looked like industrial high-end camping gear. Probably connected in some way to the military rations but who cared? Sergio had his tea and thankfully the placed was stocked with potable water! Whatever took his mind off the very subtle indications of things happening on the surface.