Purple Phoenix grimaced at Nighthounds reference to his 'pet' but tried to keep himself in control, finding himself glad that the man had simply decided to move on without further incident. "Ok, really, tell me that the conversation between you two wasn't going to destroy half the museum, because from my perspective it was heading that way." said the tie-dye woman. She threw another ball to the side where it exploded, some kind of shrapnel from the explosion hit her and the other ball she held slowly shrank as she healed from the wounds. Black harms, white heals, got it. His mind busily filed the information away, he never knew what might come in handy but it was mostly just an old reflex from his days of studying Epics and trying to unravel their abilities. "Will you Stop blowing things up?" he scolded. "This museum is already laced with explosives, one wrong move and we all go plummeting hundreds of feet before meeting a very abrupt end, and trust me when I say it's not a fun trip." He was as angry at himself as he was her. Why did I put so many explosives in a flying museum again? Sparking Protector and his over reacting. "We may have been having a disagreement but trust me, if I'd wanted to destroy this museum I could, I wouldn't waste time yelling about it." Out of the corner of his eye Phoenix saw a small creature scurrying through the forest, one whose camouflage was more suited for the urban city below than this prehistoric jungle. "Soulswitch" he muttered, recognizing the raccoon as the same one that the Epic had used while reporting to Penumbra. A small tendril of darkness snaked towards the unwary Epic who seemed more interested in Aldo and Traveler, the shadow snagged Soulswitch's leg before he could flee and dragged him out of the tree. "And what are you doing here?" He asked the small creature, which was squirming about in a very human manner.