[ Ronan looks around them, and shrugs. To him, this place looks like a high-tech version of everything he's over known - brick and mortar, too much vegetation, the slight scent of mint in the air. ]

You don;t think this is functional?

[ After all, there's booze. That's good enough for Ronan.

At the question, Ronan straightens, but he can't help himself. His eyes dart off, landing on Adam, who's talking with someone Ronan doesn't know, himself. He's never cared about Adam knowing he was looking; it was easier for him to know, anyway, made things clearer. But that doesn't mean that Ronan's going to start... what? Gossiping? He looks back at Axel, running his hand under his nose. ]

Yeah, I am. [ Ronan is an excellent conversationalist, what. ]

Hm. It's like we're completely cut off from the worlds we used to be on. Which is, once again, very pleasant to consider.