Tyki, in his surprise at seeing a sky underground, hadn't noticed the gardens. He was barely able to drag his attention from it long enough to look out across the arrayed greenery when it was pointed out. They were okay, as far as garden's went. Not too heavy on the decorative flowers, not too sparse and populated with only grass. He liked the vines crawling over the ruins. He did not like the creepy things he could see shuffling way in the distance, near the flash of reflecting glass that suggested a Greenhouse.

"They're not so bad," he said, huffing smoke through his nostrils.

He was just glad it wasn't raining. He'd suffered too many well-placed, cigarette-killing raindrops in the past.