one and only

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "It wasn't a trick question, was it?" Ronin said with a lopsided smile to Remi, unable not to notice the intensity with which he'd been listening. "There's a reason I came here first, of all the places in the Hollowed Grounds. There's nowhere I'd rather have gone." He shrugged, like it should be that easy. As the alchemist stepped forward Ronin smiled as well, lips parting to say something - to do something, maybe? - but before anything further could come of it they were awkwardly at a distance all over again. He smiled faintly, nodding at the other man's comments. "Yes," he said. "We shall. You can listen to the beautiful siren song of this little one while I make it obvious that there's food on the way. Maybe we should start by... I don't know. Opening some windows? Letting some light in?"