Sapph sighed, arms crossed as he sat in a corner in the Fxenodrome, deep in thought. So much had been happening that he still couldn't wrap his head around it all. In truth, he was still a bit in shock from his sword breaking and not staying together. Hopefully, there'd be a way for him to fix it in the Sex Station... Or, at least, a suitable substitute. After a few minutes, he got up from where he was, still thinking, and made his way to the transerver room so that he could be teleported with the rest of the group.