[ If he were to ask Bruno, he'd likely make the guess that it was from Earth. It was familiar enough. It felt familiar, anyway. There wasn't much in the way of holy symbols left, so the best he could rely on was pieces that made sense to him. Admittedly, other places might use similar setups, similar seating, and window shapes and altars, so... truly, it could have been anything, anyone.

But regardless of the original purpose, he liked it enough to remain when he had stumbled across it. ]

Ah, that's... is that all?

[ But what the chapel had originally been for is neither here nor there. What is here, right now, is that Augustine has offered an apology for wandering in and that alone seems enough to put some of Bruno's worries at ease. Nerves fade some, his shoulders become less tense and hunched, and he moves a step closer to the railing of the balcony, coming more into view with his candle held aloft. ]

That's, uh. No, that's fine. I don't mind. I'm just surprised anyone else is out here. Er... are you... [ Of course, now that he's trying to get a better look at Augustine, some things seem off about the other man. ] Hang on, are you purple?

[ As subtle as always, apparently. Good job, Bruno. ]