Seifer had figured that was the case, in fact in this rare instance rather than asking his questions in a round about way he had been quite sincere: What was stopping them? How were they kept there would probably have been a better way to word it, but Seifer had a unique, obnoxious way of asking his questions.

"No kiddn'?" Seifer rose an eyebrow, the sarcasm dripping heavily off of those words. "Kinda figured that when you came up here talkin' about newcomers. Not to mention," He gestured vaguely at Fran, then vaguely at what he had deduced was a "normal" inhabitant of the place. The strange, pale humans that looked like they barely had any expression. He nodded towards one. "What's their deal, anyway?" They looked kinda spaced-out, to him.