It took XIII more than a few minutes to get warm again. Putting up that blockade to hold off the avalanche for a few seconds took a lot out of him. He chuckled to himself. If these people were from Bes, he had definitely made himself an easy target. The thought quickly slipped his mind as Twain created a dome of bone and flesh to protect against the avalanche. As far as he knew, Bes didn't have team leaders that were "one of them," so to speak. He tuned out the conversation and assessed his hands. The were red and starting to blister. He was glad that he stopped engulfing himself as quickly as he did, else the burns might have been a lot worse.

He frowned as he thought about the flame wall he had made. When he stopped holding the flames, they still continued. He glanced at the group and was glad to see that no one was paying attention to him. He held his hand out and created a small fire in front of him, and the moment he stopped forcing it, the fire disappeared. He glanced at the fire he was sitting beside and held his hand out to it. A part of the fire leapt to his hand and engulfed it. He held his other hand out and created another fire. This one stayed after he stopped forcing it. Interesting. He let the fire that was covering his hand extinguish and stood up. He looked at the two newcomers that came from a staircase near the back of the altar room.

XIII was immediately wary of the tattooed man. From the way Twain talked to him, It looked like he was a member of the group. The man carried himself like a hunter, and XIII did [i]not[/i] want to know what this man's prey was. He caught the tail-end of what Twain said and spoke up. He had been curious about this since he woke up. 

"Where, exactly is [i]here,[/i] anyway?