Mithias stood quietly, considering Bob's words. They were as comforting as Bob could offer, and Mithias recognized that. Bob was in a way, kind. The words warmed his heart. Mithias watched as a random door just opened for Bob, the scene of the coffee lounge recognizable within, and Bob walked through. 

The wind was barely a breeze and the light was dim. It seemed so damn quiet now. Mithias heard the heartbeat and flow of blood behind him and he turned around. He was perplexed to see that Bob had left the girl he had said was his daughter alone, rather than teleporting her off. Mithias swallowed anxiously as he wondered how much he was all owed to say to her.

But still, she was the only being here, and perhaps she needed help. Lord knows Mithias didn't immediately know a way off this forsaken planet. Perhaps that girl did. 

The vampire lifted a hand and looked at it. He tried to call the Jiguntou, but it wouldn't form. He scoffed in frustration-he KNEW what it felt like in his hand, but his body felt like a toddler's, trying to make the moves of a master but far too uncoordinated to succeed. Perhaps with time, he would be able to learn the things Tsukune had been able to do. There was no reason Mithias couldn't have the same potential. He was after all, also a vampire. 

Mithias dropped his hand down, seemingly out of power and looked at the girl. "Hello." He tried a greeting. "Are you alright?" Hopefully, she wouldn't shoot a flaming Ewok at him.