Scree stared as the others started to act... strange, flapping their wings and making strange sounds. What the heck was happening here? Were they angry? Some kind of ritual? The Anarti didn't even consider the concept of the giant structure he was in being capable of flight. Just lift was theoretical at best, the sheer amount of energy required surely impossible to even comprehend. A bright explosion briefly flicker out the window as unknown to him a ship exploded, causing Scree to jump back momentarily as the strange creature continued prodding around on his face.

The Anarti did feel a little better, the bleeding having stopped long ago, the cracks in his exoskeleton having fused together at an impressive rate. He looked around himself with more renewed curiosity, aware of his inability to really affect the situation, so simply intent to watch for now. Vials of liquids and strange machines stood around him, leaving him to wonder what this place was used for [b]"Hospital? Some kind of place for them to study him?"[/b]. He mostly was speaking to himself at this point, having given up for the moment in trying to communicate. Presumably at some point he'd end up meeting someone who could attempt to communicate, and until then he was perfectly happy simply allowing these strange figures to do what they wanted. Well, that was the case, until the sound of footsteps approached, and everything got a little less comfortable.