[Arborlon: Misha/Newt]
Misha, he hadn't expected Adrian's request to lead him someplace in the future. He'd expected, full and entire, for that whole thing 'bout another planet to be an exaggeration, and it had been. But this place he landed, it wasn't present times, and Misha hadn't never gone this far into the future of humanity. He closed his eyes a bit, and he let himself feel the folks all 'round, and then he stifled his desire to explore and walked into the room he'd blinked to being in front of. He didn't open the door, seeing as that seemed silly, and he found himself in the middle of a room that looked real well lived in. He, Misha, in this instance, looked real comfortable, and he knew who he was looking at soon as he turned his attention to the man and the teapot. There weren't all that many redheads in Repose. "You reckon it has inclinations to scald you?" he asked.