Chat has been checking up on all the explosions, just in case anyone had got hurt by them. That doesn't seem much of the case here, something he can be thankful for. It IS pretty damn weird that people are just popping up like daisies. That's new.

He wanders over to where the weird (goth??? is he a goth?? he looks like a goth) is bemoaning his state of existence.

"You know. We have got food here. Do you want some sea prunes or something?"