[ Yuri folds naturally into scenarios like these. The smell of mildew and rainwater was a backdrop to any ruins he'd explored before, and he had a knack for avoiding certain perilous scenarios. That, and like he thought... it felt like home. It felt like Terca Lumireis, where life once spread everywhere to spreading nowhere. For once, his dog is not with him, because Repede has something else to attend to.

He looks at Aoba with an eased smile. Never having met him before, the hand that pulled him back lets go and offers itself for a shake. ]

I'm fine. You are too, okay? Though it looks like we won't be going this way.

[ The very picture of ease. Then again, Yuri's also glad to be away from the contagion, and is happier to be away from the aboveground where everyone was enjoying a good coma nap. ]

What brings you down here? I don't see a weapon on you, unless you've got it particularly well hidden. I'm Yuri.