After he shook Twain's hand, XIII made his way towards one of the many fires around the room. He needed to warm up or he'd get sick. Not that the carnage of the room helped. XIII had trouble keeping his dinner down as he looked around the room. 

When Twain spoke up, asking him and some stranger to go see what could be done with the body at the altar, XIII nodded but stayed in place. A few more minutes and he'd be warm enough to do something. 

XIII had finally warmed up when more people started showing up. He made his way towards the group gathering around. When Twain mentioned Tiger, XIII frowned in thought. Who were these people? It was a question that he made vocal.

"Who are you guys, anyway?"