By now, Wrench has taken to greeting their shifting landscape with a sense of expectation. As they sail on for their next destination, he always wonders about what they'll encounter next. He's amassed a small number of possessions from the places they've been before, but nothing compared to what he sees some others lugging around every time worlds shift. When they're dumped at their new location and he stares up at the sliding doors of an enormous shopping center, he's instantly sure there's nowhere they could've landed that he would possibly fit into less than this.

The fluorescent lights overhead reflect on the waxed linoleum floors, making the whole place far too bright and shiny for a man in such drab garb to go hiding out. He stares down a long hallway, mouth slightly agape at the glass windows displaying the offerings of each and every shop. Clothing, toys, jewelry... Wrench is about to turn back the same way he came when he spots Logan, who's clearly had the same idea.

His displeasure turns to amusement as he watches the man with claws extended, and the little girl who can only stare until he turns on her and scares her away. Wrench can't help but laugh at that, startled and boisterous. Maybe she'll run and tell security and they'll escort you out of here, he remarks hopefully.