Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak.

[Roger Smith]

Adam had seen stranger things in his admittedly rather short life than what he was seeing now. He had definitely seen much stranger things. The small crocodile still perched resolutely in a perfect headstand at his side was one of those things.

As if to illustrate Adam's thoughts, the lizard blew a particularly large mucus-y bubble, which this time popped. Miraculously, it produced no splash whatsoever, only the usual "NAK." from the reptile's mouth.

Adam would have given Nakworth his usual "be quiet, you", had he not been so caught up in staring in disbelief at the....well....at the god damn fucking huge armored vehicle rumbling its way along, right in their general direction. Left too dumbfounded to even consider getting out of the way, Adam only dimly registered that the thing stopped, and someone emerged from it, beckoning to him as a brother.

And the once angry, then frightened, and now dumbfounded and confused young man just stared. While his mouth wasn't exactly hanging open in dumbstruck awe, his expression did a very good job of conveying that it would have been if his brain had been able to process the reaction to let it drop open. It was mostly the fact that fucking tanks didn't just go rolling down the street every day. And neither did large, apparently cybernetic men emerge from them and speak to complete strangers in such a familiar manner.

So dumbfounded was he in his attempts to process the events, that he didn't even register Crona's words, and he only finally snapped out of his daze when Jon's rather sharp look toward him fell on him, and he recoiled slightly, mentally and physically, shaking his head as if to dismiss some crazy thought or other. "If this is some crazy death-dream because I fucked up....I still blame it all on that fucking cherub...." he mumbled under his breath.