Ah. That all made sense - Kousyxe nodded along with what Demyx was saying. He was used to the idea of being careful, of course: hard not to be with what his group had done in the past. But... even he'd admit that they perhaps hadn't been the best at it. Demyx had experience, he could tell, looking around and taking in the details that were being pointed out.

"Sand dunes? Where are we, in a desert or something?" It'd fit with the architecture, anyway, the whole look of the place... not that he was an expert, mind.