Newcomer Arrival(2)

"D-Desmond? What on earth are you doing in here?" Her eyes widened in surprise as they fell upon the earthly chair and table. She turned around, her gaze locking onto her father, who stood amidst his subordinates. "D-don't tell me you've been sitting here, merely observing us as we face death, without any intention of lending a hand?!" Her voice quivered with a mix of shock and accusation.

Though she couldn't be called a genius, her brain quickly processed the situation by noting the distance between Desmond and the group. And coupled with the presence of the chair and table he had fashioned, it became apparent that if he wasn't there to watch them, then what was his purpose?