Whatever cranky mood Peyton had been harboring since the moment she'd awoken was dissipating with the quickness as she stared down into the dark from the top of the stairs. All attitude and posturing aside, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go down there. She wasn't skittish, so she wasn't entirely sure where this sudden irrational fear of the dark came from, but he made her pause at the top of the stairs before rounding her shoulders and heading down.

It was a lot smaller then she'd been expecting. The way the others had talked.. She'd imagined some grand cavern simply bristling with weapons. What she saw now was a room, a small room, with wall to wall glowing runes. It had her tilting her head, lips pursing thoughtfully as she took a few steps closer to one of the walls.

<Cold..>

Lavender eyes widened as the girl whipped around, searching the room for the source of the voice.

<A little warmer.>

Ok, so maybe she was crazy after all. First imagining shadows, now strange, disembodied voices were talking to her. Or, maybe, she was still dreaming?

<Nope, not dreaming.> The voice drawled, a hint of amusement leaking into the words. <And not crazy either, sorry Sunshine.> Sunshine? The nerve at Peyton's temple gave a gentle throb. "Fine, if I'm not crazy, then how do I explain a voice that seems to be.. in my head?" As accurate as that question might have been, saying out loud just felt so wrong. Sane people did not hear voices, they just didn't.

<You have to find me, then maybe I'll answer your questions.>

"Find..? Wha- There's nothing here!" Small hands had spread out to encompass the room. The impatience she'd left behind in the pod room was creeping back.

<For a tiny thing, you sure are a spit fire,> he(for it was a he) laughed, which only served to cause the nerve at the corner of Peyton's eye twitch again. She sighed, massaged her thumb against her temple, took a deep breath, and scowled at the room at large. This thing, whatever it was, was in her head. So it stood to reason that she should be able to communicate with it via her mind. With that logic in place, she thought a question in the general direction the voice was coming from, and tried not to feel like an idiot in the process. So where are you?

<You're still cold. Chuckling followed, and Peyton fought off a desire to curse soundly, and instead took a small step towards the wall she was no facing. <There you go, getting warmer.>

The teen couldn't help but roll her eyes and she continued towards the wall, one hand raising up towards the tablets before pausing above one of them. Did she really want a sarcastic, patronizing, voice stuck in her head for the rest of however long it would be stuck there?

<It's a little late for second guessing now, Peyton.>

She sighed, fingers going a little limp. I don't even know your name.. Did that matter? It seemed like maybe it should. <Warrick.>

Ah. Peytons frown softened, and she lifted her hand again, following Warrick's ques until her fingers hovered an inch away from a rune that was glowing over the symbol of some duel weapon. Not firearms, something else...

<Go on, touch it.>

Swallowing, she held her breath and closed that small gap. She expected to touch cold stone, but there was nothing there beneath her fingers, only the glow, and then a sudden weight on her hands as a pair of brace knuckles materialized there. It made her flinch, but when nothing else happened she opened her eyes slowly to stare down at the thick metal that was circling her fingers.

<Size doesn't mean anything, Peyton.>

She nodded, marveling at the weapon, her weapon. It's you and me now, right?

<Of course.>

And you're not going anywhere? Abandonment issues, Peyton? Nooo...

<Never.

Good.