The first question earned a nod. He was lost. Confused. Culumon had explaiend a great deal, as had everything he read before leaving the main building, but he was still lost in many ways: direction, purpose, having hands and a height advantage.

TOULON?

He tilted his head, eyes sliding slowly to settle on Duke, staring for a long moment, unsure what to say or do to reassure someone. It was nothing he had to concern himself with in the past, so he looked away, focusing that unblinking stare on Leatherhead once again while his DemiDevimon adjusted itself and crawled up his back to perch on his shoulders, the big wings casting a shadow over the slender man.