Kanji made no further sound, but kept his eyes on the pair as they eased back. It didn't look like he'd calm any time soon. The creatures looked to each other. They didn't know where Prisma was? They couldn't chalk it up to simple amnesia or fooling; this really was a new species.

They needed to be investigated further.

"We can take you to Prisma. It's a snug fit, but we have room for passengers in our transport. If you are a new species, we need to report this finding to our biologists for official record."

The reptile, 'Roche', stepped forward again.

"You produce pure Chroma... pure energy. We'd like to figure out why. Our experts can do so safely... safely," he emphasized, looking to the growling larger one.

The bird nudged him, muttering: "Might be best to just address the big one's mate."

Then, louder: "At any rate, let's get going before the next dust storm hits. I don't need to pick more dust out of my pin feathers if I have to. I'm Egret, this is Roche."

Outside was a large, tread-wheeled vehicle somewhat like a tank without the massive turret jammed on the top. Naoto could smell something akin to fruit, perfume and something mildly fermented from within. Kanji would also only move if urged to do so, and would proceed quietly, keeping himself between her and the two creatures. Something in him had temporarily gone missing.