Sirin huffs. So no one knew what was going on. She traces the metal of her headdress along her jawline in thought. There she was- the Archon of Song- receiving no looks of loathing from... lesser folk. She eyes the three, listening to whatever nonsense they were going on about. "Ah-hah," Sirin laughs, unnerved after hearing what Joe said about the machine-thing, "So this is a microcosm, then? Not one of us knows how we ended up here, and here [i]he[/i] is with a little bit of knowledge on [i]you[/i] two."