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Bigby watched as the girl who he could only describe as eerily bubbly skipped about the room after introducing herself to Arabella and then of all things she said they should take time for a tea break, he also took note of the rather fit looking kid named Gregor, the guy obviously had some insane workout routine. It seemed to Bigby as if almost all of them were more caught up in names and parents then the fact that they could be in danger at that very moment, but then again Bigby had often been told by his father he was somewhat paranoid and needed to 'lighten up'.

Bigby gritted his teeth thinking the girl who continued skipping around was obviously nuts but had to admit that she had a very good point about their clothes and that fact slightly worried him, if she was the one making the most sense or had the best idea of what was happening then surely they were in more trouble then he'd previously thought. The fact remained though that they were in a different land and their old world clothes might very well stick out, Bigby himself wearing a cheaply made garment that resembled something akin to a dirty burlap sack.

Only having been among his group of peers mere minutes a headache was already starting to barrel down on him, between the new smells and the friendly group it was almost getting to be to much for Bigby. He opened his mouth to ask Miri if she was in fact carrying a teapot somewhere on her, a fact that at this point wouldn't entirely surprise him. Instead though he turned his attention towards Arabella, at least someone was trying to solve one of their many problems. “I hate to point this out but, how exactly are we going to get these 'clothes'? I mean, who knows just what this wierdo world uses as a form of currency. I dont know about you but I left all my gold in the homelands.” Bigby stated icily, almost immediately regretting his tone.