"..." There was simply the shocked little stare from the man, lifting an eyebrow and muttering to himself all the same. Really-- did he have to-- ohdearlord why? At least with the three of them, there wasn't really anything too formidable, Nike would think. "Hey, hey, stoppit," he muttered, annoyed and giving a little whack to the back of X's head. "You dunno where that's been." Not that he was entirely sure whether X would get sick from eating chalk or not, but it was best to be cautious.
The great man shifted on his feet, once again feeling the wall. He didn't like being shut up like this, not at all-- Nike liked big, open areas, the sky, the sea, fields, the rooftops of a city, places where he could feel as if everything was expanding. This was not that at all, this was simply distressing. He couldn't ride very far and there was no indication of how long they'd be staying there, or whatever. "Looks like we may be stuck," he grimaced, resting his palm flat on the surface of the wall, looking around and trying to get a sense-- no, it was all flat, the same, uniform all around, a nice little box. He could be told that much by the stars in his eyes.
Sensing the dimensions of the place, he knelt at the floor. "What do you think? How'ta get out and shit, rather."