"I figured so," Eridan verbally shrugged, stepping back inside the warehouse and gesturing towards the sole chair. The sooner they were both inside and he could close the shutter, the better - it wasn't readily apparent what was inside the warehouse when the shutter was about half height open, but nonetheless, the entire situation was more than passingly weird. Even suspicious. "It's why I worked so damn hard to make sure they newer got me. In case I ended up bein' more waluable aliwe than dead."

He paused a beat, glancing almost nervously back at Eddie.

"We can go as slow as you want. Talkin' about it. But I wanna know what happened to you."