"Back at ya," he retorts, scratching at an itch at the back of his neck. Nothing about this place was normal. Nothing. Not the way he woke up, not the way there was an armed escort, not the weird mind controlling weapons, and not the whole attitude of everyone around here. He wasn't even taking the 'may not be entirely human' aspect into consideration, but when that did join in, it just made it harder for him to actually see any of this as reality. But it was. Dreams didn't itch or hurt so much. And he was hungry.