[Why is Sweden's face. Finland looks away, hoping he's not being too obvious, trying to take in where they are. But really, suspicion is growing. Why a ruined city? They shouldn't be here. Sweden should know better than to avoid the cities. And how did he get here at all? Did the boat sink?] Well, you know how it is in the summer! There's always so much to do, even if it'd probably be easier to travel. [At least talking comes naturally to him, as he nods to Sweden to lead the way. At least he's leading him to what appears to be a vantage point. Perhaps Finland will be able to work out where they are from there.] I have my people to worry about, and you and Nor and Den have all your cleansing.

[He hops up the rubble, sure footed as a goat, confident in himself and his body as he hasn't been since he was a child. There's an odd mix to him - clothed in old fashioned materials, but in a slightly unfamiliar style, and then his rifle as well. At the top, he peers out, frown finally showing.] Is this the Silent World? How did we end up here?