It was a given that Misha would need the support to keep herself held up, although she cheated just enough to get them standing and in a good position. Weirdly enough, it was hard to outright tell the man carrying her didn't have regular flesh underneath his clothes and skin. Whatever it was that his metal-insides was truly made out of, his squishy outer coating did a great job of hiding what was underneath.

Throwing some of her caution to the wind, Misha set her chin on Doom's shoulder. She looked in the distance that he was indicating and nodded halfway. "Yeah, I think I see it. Maybe. If not, we'll be closer to something else than we were before. Just... this could be anywhere, you know?" she added quietly.