Kristof's nostrils were assailed by an odor rife with chemical cleanliness, it stung continuously at his olfactories. Squeezing his nose shut as the group descended, such a place they had entered, but he felt no wonderment. Kristof is not the tupe of man meant to be confined, and through all the openness and hospitality shown, he shared young Kurano's sentiments. What would become of them now? Their hopes, their dreams? While Kristof's didn't exactly have many aspirations at this point, how would they achieve anything here?

Glad to be rid of the overwhelming stench that perforated this stark environment, Kristof listened intently as the group broke off and simply Mister Boss and the other people of fourth dimensional aptitude were shepherded out of the, "de-pressurizing" looking room. Now they had entered an area that gave a vibe of familiarity, lockers and benches abound. 

Gazing around he could see the faces of apprehension apparent on the other,"inmates" this put the strongman at a bit of an ease, knowing that the few others had felt similarly. Taking every detail in rather stoically, Kristof aimed a jeer directly at Mister Boss,

"Would it kill you to get a paint job? Surely you have many people with enhanced sight, I can't imagine how they feel about this dreary place." Without waiting for a response, the bulky man strided directly for the nearest sign and spoke again, 

"I am hungry, show me where the food is!" Letting off a hearty chuckle, it was wanting to eat that got him into this mess, something that he was completely interrupted from earlier this day.