Like doll hands. Like porcelain. He looks up over the captured hand at Phalanx moves, though, gazing out past that extended hand as they bring up the things living below. And around. And maybe above (some days, he isn't sure).

But everyone knows about monsters, so he's not surprised that Phalanx is mentioning them.

"Yeah, but monsters aren't that complicated. Just hungry." He knows Monsters very well. The thought gets him to abandon Phalanx's hand in favor of finally peeling the gloves off of one of his own. With a glance up towards their dark, colorless eyes, he asks, "Have you seen any of them?"