It was like the nearby crack was mesmerizing him, Pascal found it almost painful to peel his eyes off of them but at the same time he wanted nothing more than ignore their very presence. He blinked in an attempt to get away from the haze he was feeling. "So," Pascal sighed putting his hands into his pockets and looking up at Sare, "How are you doing?" a small frown appeared on his face, it seemed like such a simple question but in context of Huntsville it always felt so loaded. How could anyone be doing good in here?