He could tell he wasn't going to be getting any strange looks about his name here, either. Interesting place.

"So people were more or less conscripted," he summed up. "But you stayed anyway." Found something in the world and city to cling to, or -- like him -- didn't have anything to go back to.

"How bad is the new stuff?" was the next priority. "Apocalypse levels of bad, or something a bit more manageable?" This place certainly didn't look like it was about to descend into madness, but stranger things had happened than chaos out of nothing. "And there's no way for people to go home on purpose now."

Awkward. Ghastly rubbed a hand back over his head, over his scars. It looked like an absent gesture, something long faded into habit. "...It's nice to meet you, anyway."