[ 'Kind of green,' he says -- well, that answers that. That sucks; it's got to make a crap situation a lot harder to navigate when you're flying blind. He's handling it a lot better than most would, she thinks. Props to him. ]

Yeah? Kind of thinking the same thing right now.

[ It isn't particularly hard to imagine he's thinking of a city in particular when he says that, and she gets it. She misses Jackson; she misses home. She's guessing this guy is feeling the same sort of out of sorts she is after all the weird dream bullshit before their long journey across wherever the hell they were to wherever the hell they are, now. Home has never felt so far away. ]

Yeah, no... I'm good. [ A tentative, sidelong glance to get a good look at him, then: ] Are you? Those assholes have been extra asshole when you're around.