Domeki watched and listened to the blond who had arrived with Sam with quiet amusement. Much of what she said was very hard for him to follow but, this once, he had the feeling that it had little to do with any language barriers. He couldn't quite imagine that Americans, or British as this Luna seemed to be, traditionally used owls for post but he did entertain the idea that the woman was, perhaps, a bit closer in touch with things most people wouldn't know.
"It should be interesting to see if there is anything common among all of us," he agreed with Sam with a small nod. What went unspoken was that he and two with whom he had arrived had tried to find a common bond but it could just be that their group had been too small to get any true idea. Even if it seemed doubtful, at the moment, Domeki still wanted to think that there was a logical reason for why so many diverse people had been drawn into this strange situation. "With all of us working on it, there has to be some way to get out of here."
"Finding everyone else seems like a good idea," he nodded to Shannon. "From the sounds of it, there's already a good number of people gathered."