Okay, Roman was lost. Well, he's been lost since he opened his eyes and none of the people he'd encountered minutes ago cared to explain.
Yashin, the one Roman could say was friendly, spoke up again as he turned to him. "Pardon their manners," He motioned his head toward the female, "That's Heather; I won't wanna mess with her," He crackled at his statement and continued. "And the awfully laid-back Irish guy is Killian. He basically kills for a living." He slid his eyes off Heather and Killian to Roman. "I officially welcome you to Star Apocal-"
"Ugh, don't start your Star Apocalypse babble, Yashin. The world isn't ending!" Heather sighed.
"And does this look like your world?" He questioned back, leaned into the wall and folded his arms. "I'd say this is a punishment but it's not. It's a freaking doom-days for all-stars."