It was quiet for once. The depths of the Hadal Blacksite were only ever permeated by the faint creaking of the damaged facility, sounds of its exposure to the water outside taking its toll on the damaged structure.

And within it, a certain someone found himself sitting there, bored in his tiny shop. Who would've thought that he'd actually be hoping one of the Expendables would come by, just so he'd actually have someone to talk to? Well, that and getting himself more of Urbanshade's loose data, but that's beside the point.

His lower arm absentmindedly tapped against his side, the end of his long tail twitching just slightly as he sighed. Sebastian was almost considering moving his shop elsewhere to see if he wouldn't find more traffic on a different end of the facility—

Up until at last, he heard the sounds of movement in the ventilation connecting to his room. His eyes blinked, looking down towards the vent as he saw you come through.

"Well, well! What have we here, hmm?" He hummed, his upper hands coming together as he tilted his head, a grin coming to the strange fishman's face.