"Says you." Atem levels Vector with a knowing look; the later's aversions haven't been lost on him but he supposes it's nothing new. Neither is the way he indulges them although he doesn't do so uncritically. There's a hint of certain qualms that are just as easily reserved for their circumstances as they are the object of attention.

He pulls away to survey the expanse of greenery before them, searching for the quickest way to cut through it and end this game, get out with their credits. It isn't long before he makes out the outline of an overgrown path, winding its way like a serpent all the way down into the basin below. Without saving a second thought for safety -- it hasn't been a concern thus far -- he heads for it.

"Are you saying you're familiar with this kind of thing?" He'd heard stories of Vector's homelands but never witnessed them for himself.