Nigel sat in awe of where he now found himself. One minute he was in the clinic and the next he woke up in a much more foreboding land. Just as he was beginning to get accustomed to his current surroundings in the clinic, he wakes up just to start the process of relearning once more. If not for the smell of the substance raining down on him Nigel may have continued his shocked silence. It hadn't really clicked in the clinic, his senses having been dulled from his deep sleep, but he could now take in the smell of the 'rain' much better and, to Nigel's internal disgust, in a more positive light.

Nigel turned his attention more sharply to the duo in front of him. With the spectacle of a setting he now found himself in Nigel had more or less made the two figures blend into the background of the normal-ish looking house. 

"Quite alright. This is all new to me as well." the Goliath said, finally getting to his feet "I hate to intrude but would you mind if we continued this conversation inside? Blood is terribly hard to get out of clothing." 

Truth be told Nigel more so wanted to get out of the 'rain' to avoid the draw he felt to it. Like a siren's song to a sailor, Nigel felt the call of the blood and for the moment he wanted to keep it at arms length.