Another person...?

X glanced up and turned his head around, squinting his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, blinking them several times for focus.

There. There it went.

Yes, it was another person. Of Asian descent from the looks of it, and of mid teen-age, dressed in the same clothes that he himself were wrapped in. X groped in his mind for any sort of sensor, any sort of--

--no. Nothing was there. Of course, nothing was there; he'd tried many times, and nothing had come from it.

He truly was completely out of his element. Still, with people he could ask questions, and questions he desperately needed to ask.

"No, I'm okay." X coughed, the feeling of phlegm foreign as he made an attempt to clear his throat. "...No. I...I'm just having some trouble walking, that's all."

And to punctuate this, X turned his head back forward and struggled to stand, forcing his body upright with all the power he could.

There. He was standing. Better than nothing, he supposed. He turned back around, hand still on the wall, giving his companion a weak smile.

"Thank you, though, for your concern."