That draws a brief, toothless smile. It's taking a bit of effort to weigh the furry shape and guess what might be seen as a friendly gesture versus one that might be hostile. Showing teeth in a smile had once been friendly even to the Brutes, but that changed when fangs happened.. "In that place, all could recognize them, and lived or died based on their ability to mind them. It is the way things are." There's a slight shrug. Many things just were the way they were, and Drake didn't spend a lot of time wondering why. "Expecting it to be elsewhere the same way would be silly. Especially when there's small rodents running around the cleaning machines."

His first taste of liminal: exceedingly bizarre.

When Laughs sits, it seems appropriate that he does too simply so he's not looming about. The stone here is nearly as good as the warm stone above, he has no complaints, and plunks down as gracelessly as he had before.

"I .. might have." His brow furrows, gaze tracking out across the open space to the mountains far distant. "But those memories were ... a lifetime ago." Literally, in this case. "Nothing in this lifetime compares. The colors, the sounds. What little I can smell. This light." He turns one hand palm-up to the sunlight, thoughtful. "It's warm, not hateful. It feels ..."

Articulating things of that nature seem to be a bit of a struggle, as after a few moments he gives up with another bit of a shrug. "A little closer to 'Nirvana' than any world I've known. You're lucky it's yours."