[He hums his quiet acknowledgment. Looks down at the table, takes in the angles of the place that were constructed easily, concretely. Everything here is of reasonable quality. It's not hunks of wood stapled together, battered into something vaguely approximating a table that will work relatively well until someone tries to kick it over. It's...simple. Utilitarian. Clean. The kind of thing you'd buy at an Ikea.]
[The shift is fucking with him, he's pretty sure, though he's not sure how to put it into words. If at all.]
Do you run into a lotta people like this? Like - [He sweeps one hand up to gesture at himself. Like me? Washed in from another world, or, possibly, just some secondary version of someone she's already met?]
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[The shift is fucking with him, he's pretty sure, though he's not sure how to put it into words. If at all.]
Do you run into a lotta people like this? Like - [He sweeps one hand up to gesture at himself. Like me? Washed in from another world, or, possibly, just some secondary version of someone she's already met?]