The point of contact from Vi is gratifying; Bastille is tactile by nature, prone to gravitating closer to those he trusted or took to, and of course his sister was on that list. Things were still fairly awkward, given they weren't entirely close yet, but he was inclined to trust and look to her by default: he felt the pull of kinship despite the distance, more so the longer she was there, the more he could note her personality and tendencies. He pushed back against her as bumped him, snorting at the start of her tease, but of course he is just as easily distracted by the arriving voice.

Bastille glanced over his shoulder at the note of "greeting" from Aita, rolling his eyes at the little spitfire. He had to admit he was faintly amused by her shameless insult, but he bit back the flicker of a smirk. The seraph got the impression she might be offended if he laughed at her hostility towards him. Which, in fairness, he probably would have been pissed off too if someone had kidnapped her at her age; even more so if his kidnappers got them all trapped indoors indefinitely. He was sorry that they were keeping her longer than intended, but he didn't suppose she cared. No matter; she could spit at him all she wanted, given that he didn't care.

[b]"Hi, Aita," he greeted idly, gaze focusing on her briefly. Try as she might to disguise the true fear underlying her words, there was no hiding her feelings from an empath, let alone one who could see her aura: there were tinges of it to be seen, and beyond that, he felt the glimmers of it wash over him as she passed him. Bast stopped himself from scowling, not wanting to scare her more by giving her the impression of being angry with her; he only was annoyed that she actually feared him, even if he more or less deserved her poor regard. Instead he simply looked away, choosing to pretend not to notice as she clearly hoped.

"The zodiac system should make it easier to navigate, even in the dark," he supplied at Hearteyes' concern, adding, "I'm pretty sure Hazel's paint glows, even, and I can bring fire." Melody had his attention then, and he offered her an amused smile at the way she puffed up to confirm her state. She did seem a bit better with the whole group there, and he couldn't stop himself from snorting in amusement at her question, followed up by Thea's. Zjarr provided a neat explanation, and he supplied dryly, "Essentially. It's not a very nice name, but I suppose Aita is justified."

Evidently he wasn't too concerned with defending himself, his pride holding up just fine in the face of children's disdain, and he was willing to admit that using children as bartering chips was bastardly indeed. His gaze shifted back to Vi as he nodded at her direction, glancing over the group idly in response to Thea's question on groups. "You can have Aita," he said generously, smirking slightly, "And Thea, I suppose," he tossed her a nod, "Alex and Mel can come with me." He was sorting out the kids, more concerned with keeping an eye on them, and added, "The Observers can sort themselves."

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