Vata stood where he was quietly, trying hard not to stare too much at the strange girl with...wings? Judging from what he had learned so far, whatever she was had nothing to do with Blood Shaping, but he could think of no other explanation for her unnatural features. This world was so confusing, so many things seemed somewhat familiar, but at the same time, they were nothing like the world he came from. Again, his thoughts were interrupted by him noticing that somebody was staring at him. It was an enormous man covered in odd markings. Fortunately, Twain seemed to recognize him, apparently the man's name was Icarus. Despite that, Vata was unnerved by the strange man, but decided not to say anything about it. Questions could come later, when they would hopefully be far away from this frozen hell.

When XIII asked where they were, Vata considered responding, but figured that Twain would probably be able to answer that question better than he could. In fact, he was having issues remembering the name of the place they were in. Was it Russiya? Hopefully it wouldn't matter for too much longer, it would be embarrassing if someone actually asked him about it. At least Vata had an excuse, he just got here about an hour ago.