"Well, after we busted out, we spent some time hunting down everyone responsible for doing this to us. Turns out when you shove a ton of tech into unwilling test subjects we get really cranky."

Kit chuckles and shakes his head.

"Nah, I don't think that's gonna be needed here," he says, with a sideways glance at Celestine. 

"Agreed. Congratulations on your revenge, but the circumstances here are somewhat different." 

-It looks like Wrath clocked that sideways glance, and she tilts her head, watching. "How?"

The robot drummer has been quietly helping the Toy Soldier pack away the band's equipment in the background.

Now, before anyone can reply to that question, he inserts himself into the conversation to ask, "So, does your friend over there make a habit of exchanging bodily fluids with strangers?" 

Gluttony snorts. "This is kind of an unusual situation. Normally we don't meet anyone interesting enough to catch eir interest. That said, if we did...yeah, I think ey probably would make a habit of that. Ey's got very hot blood."

"Interesting is...certainly a word for it," he agrees, putting down the box he was carrying and leaning on the edge of the stage next to Kit.

"Did I hear you say that you have something similar to our immortality?" 

"You did," Pride confirms. "I'm not sure whether our lifespan has been extended any, it's not been that long since we freed ourselves from our shackles, but we're certainly harder to kill. Wrath here has been nearly a walking skeleton before and survived."

"That was fun," Wrath leers.

"Can't say I've ever found near-death experiences very enjoyable, but each to their own." 

"I do," Kit comments, stealing his top hat and putting it on. 

"Oh—should we do introductions?" 

"-Oh. Yes. Normal people do indeed do introductions don't they?" Avarice spins his hat off his head, and sweeps it, and his bardiche out to different sides in an elaborate bow. "I'm known as Avarice, and this," he gestures to Pride, "is our good lady doctor Pride."

"Feel free to ignore the fool," Pride agrees. "Lust is the one currently insistent on introducing eir tongue to your violinist's tonsils. Wrath is the redhead who has a permanent case of murderface. Gluttony," she indicates Gluttony, who waves. "Sloth is...probably sleeping somewhere? He woke up long enough to steal my kill, the bastard and Envy is- Actually, does anyone know where E is?"

"Right here," Envy says from behind the band.

Kit jumps, then shakes himself and glares at everyone while he tries to pretend he didn't. 

"Charming to meet you all," Celestine says. 

"I am Dr Celestine, captain of this little crew; this is Cristián, my first mate," indicating Kit, "Martin, our pilot," the brass robot, "and Ivy, our archivist and navigator," with a nod towards the flautist. 

"The fire hazard over there is Ashes, our quartermaster, and the one swapping fluids with Lust is Nikolai, our engineer." 

"It's jolly good to meet you all!" the Toy Soldier says as it tromps past carrying a drum. 

"Aaand that's the Toy Soldier. It's just sort of...here." 

"Is...it? Always that cheerful?" Envy asks, tilting his head slightly. (His eyes, if anyone is looking, are unnatural, and there's a flash of metal visible in his mouth as he speaks.)

"So far, yes," Martin says, retrieving his hat from Kit's head. 

"I should finish helping it load our equipment—a few extra pairs of hands wouldn't go amiss." 

"Sure, why not," Wrath shrugs. "Point us at the things you want moving. Av?"

"Must I?" he asks, even as he hands off his bardiche to Pride.

Martin makes no comment on the answer to this question, merely pointing out the equipment he wants moving. 

When the three of them are out of sight and earshot of the group, he speaks. "You asked how our situation is different from yours. That...isn't a question I wanted to answer in front of Celestine." 

"Oooh! An intrigue plot!" Av practically bounces.

"Av, hush. I'd noticed the look...Cristián," (she pronounces it perfectly), "was giving them."