[ Silco's eyes roll slightly, half to indicate topside, and half to indicate an eyeroll at the sarcastic tinge to Therion's voice. Thankfully, Silco is a bitch himself, and sarcasm is certainly something he responds positively to. As opposed to the greatest crime of all: being nice. ]

Some of us do.

[ Well, that answers that. ]

Not everyone who arrives, after all, feels comfortable with all of the... nonsense they drag out beneath the sun, or with the chill under the moon.

[ Silco does not, however, choose to talk about his harmonization, though the "sun" rings with a touch more contempt than the moon does. He certainly doesn't like the sunlight, but if Therion looks closely, there's a hint of something sharp behind those thin lips. (Maybe he got bit by something. hehe) ]

After all, you made your way down here, it stands to reason that others found their way here quickly enough.