A robot. Not that Mathis would be able to put a word to it; she looks strange. This world is a little strange. It's almost a dizzying experience.

... Except the robot put out the flame for him, and it's now covered in sticky goo on his account. He can't help but feel more guilty than anything else.

"U...u-uhm.... H-hang... On..."

He's quick to get some water and puts some on his scarf to get it wet, holding it out to his new comrade.

"...h... Here... Th... Thanks..."