She narrowed her eyes, before closing them and shaking her head. "It makes sense. I would have expected more sapients here than lessers if they were still of the regular designs." But, perhaps they were just spread out, now? The second line drew a faint idea from her, expressed with "small things may not be weak in magic."

What sounded off like a warning was merely a soft remark, a regard to lost memory and fleeting thoughts.

She gave pause to an Overseer giving life. "He was authorized?" Interesting. She always thought their designs, their magic, were abilities hoarded only to themselves and their creators. Maybe times have changed, in however long that sleep was.

She stepped in line behind the child of the Overseer when it began to move, though taken aback when asked what she did. "I monitor the caves' minute functions. Lessers, particularly, and the weather." Her head turned idly to a torn-down wall. "I have only been in here and Polaris, however, as my priority is Ograz."

'It's good I met you when I did,' she almost added before catching herself. Was that a flicker of emotion? How odd. Her canine-esque eyebrows drew together as she turned back to Alpha, looking over it. "You look like a hunter. Is that what you do? Or are you in training to become another Overseer?" That would befit a child of Vargas, certainly.

Linea's ears flicked to the sides, reminiscent of a person blinking in thought. By its terms, she was weak, but she hard her uses. "Weak beings will fight harder to survive." It was an empty remark in observation. The rats were weak to magic, but they would still grip even when their heads were cut off- so many beasts among the caves would struggle to survive for as long as they could.

A shame that they ended up like this. Linea's pedipalps clicked on the stone as they walked, her head trained on Alpha in forced politeness while her entire body dedicated to sense her surroundings. "I'm surprised," she spoke deadpan at Vargas having the power, now, to utilize other beings for his own reproduction uses. Was she truly surprised? No. She didn't want to dig into that can of grubs, her mandibles working over her lips in thought.

The Alpha gave question about weather, and Linea hummed softly. "It's good to track it, to call for control of it or let it freshen waters and plants for the environment to flourish." If she were attuned to its magic, she'd give a flourish of wind over them, but she hadn't been granted that for herself. That wasn't her primary focus.

Too bad she didn't exactly explain what it was. "Polaris is the Spire's housing, yes," she nodded to the Orthoclase. "It is something to see." Magnificent? If she allowed herself to say so, she would certainly apply the word to it. "... Different."

She fell silent for a second. It was different, alright, and she had to say something to Ograz about that, too. Oh, she hoped he wouldn't flame her for this. Her quills rattled when she shook out her pelt of the thought of it, continuing on with the pacing and conversation. She nodded along with its words- a hunter, yes. It was slated for Hydra, too, and it was obvious it may turn out to succeed a bit too well in it.

Not an Overseer, though. A shame. It looked like it may fit- it was like a mix of the tanky turtle of Ograz and what she assumed to be a bulky Vargas? It could very well fit if it was deemed correct for it.

She paused in her stilted steps. Part of her was anxious to see another Overseer so soon, but she trotted quickly to pick her speed back up to the Orthoclase's. She could very well wait it out. Giving the excuse of catching up with the caves was an idea, but how long could she stretch that out? Her nostrils huffed as she contemplated the future, eyes searching aimlessly in the vague shapes she saw.

"I think I'd like to study Canis's changes before I proceed with meeting with Overseer Vargas. If you'll show me where I can find him, that would be good, but I would like to have substance to report at the very least." She might as well make a single decision for herself. It'd be good to have that back-up in case she found an abrasion along the way with her endless task.

”Hmm.” She tilted her head to the side in thought. ”Fair.” They’d still die, yes, and they’d die expending all their energy. But, magic still existed- she found the smaller they were, the harder they were to catch, after all, or the more dangerous with their prowress.

Her tail flicked up slightly as she paced, looking to the orthoclase. ”Like Tunnel P wind. That brings heat to Canis, which makes it dry- good for speeding up the rot of the graves.” It wasn’t said with any reverence or fear- only matter-as-fact, as was everything she said.

But, Alpha found itself for poor conversation, and Linea was not one to start or continue it any more. Truly, she’d just go on explaining weather if asked, but it had the courtesy to stay quiet through the whole journey.

She had the clearance to continue her studies, and she walked quietly behind the larger being as they made their way through.