Meeting the drunk wizard had definitely been interesting if nothing else, he wasn't sure that he'd really learned much from the impromptu lesson but it had added some excitement. The issue however had been that he was still on a space station and he had absolutely no idea what to do. He  was not at all familiar with space nor what anything was up here, he was surrounded by people with assortments of strange weapons and powers that in this sort of station could attempt to kill or steal from him any time they pleased. 

Luckily enough it had been easy enough for him to get a room at what appeared to be the space equivalent of an inn, and even in space they still had beds. Things in a room apparently were the same whether you were in a low tech inn or what he'd consider stupidly space techy. What surprised him most were the lights, touching a small button on the wall would light up or darken his room instantly, how had he gotten by on candles for so long when something like this existed. The light seemed to be coming from some panels in the ceiling, they looked like large ceiling mounted lantern panes but inside there were only small glass shapes with metal inside them, where was the candle and wick? How they made light like this he had no idea, but he was glad for it as it was just so much better. He'd have to get some of these to take on his travels, they couldn't be everywhere and they were to useful not to have, maybe a smaller version was what he needed though.

Once he was done examining the lighting however he left the room, he needed to get an accurate idea of his surroundings, it was the best way to survive he'd found if you knew all the entrances and exits as well as the more and less dangerous spots.

The door quickly slides open as the Ulrukdoh walked out of his quarters throwing a black tee on as he slides his arm through the other sleeve, he makes his way passed the man, yawning and rubbing his eye; Xumarz strikes a glance back at him, smiles with a polite nod, and continues on his way. "Who, was that?" thinking to himself as he felt his bones stutter, it was pretty apparent that it was late and on that note it was probably all in the teen's head. The feeling stuck him more aggressively making him stop in his place, he knew that man's glance was still stuck on him which made him want to turn around even more. That was his exact move, Xumarz turns slowly towards the direction of his quarters and the man staying across from his, the situation ended up turning into a quiet awkward stare towards one another, it scared Arau a bit but he wasn't looking to make the first move.

It took him a few moments to realise that there was a pull between him and the man walsking past, the origin of it he couldn't pinpoint other than that Belial seemed quite pleased. In truth it wasn't even Malachi that felt the pull in himself, it was Belial that was the cause of the pull, but still he felt it and he had next to no real idea what it could actually mean, if it was some sort of weird interest the demon had taken in a passer by then it'd be amusing to follow it through. Malachi caught himself staring at this stranger as they walked past, in fact he wasn't entirely sure how long he was sat staring at the stranger but he was, and it seemed he'd been noticed. 

It seemed like a standard thing, if his past encounters were anything to judge by the first one of them to look away would be the loser, they'd admit their own weakness by being unable to keep the others glance much longer. He wasn't going to be that loser, so for now he just continued staring, trying to puzzle out this feeling he got from the stranger.