Hansel had to jam his thumb and finger into the corners of his eyes, squeezing the bridge of his nose in the hopes of staving off the building headache. So far he had a few half-explained anomalies that weren't really explained terribly well -probably not entirely Liv's fault and just the fact that this place was utterly weird- and questions just building up.
Some were utterly irrelevant and Hansel just had to put aside questions about what Sam may or may not hunt. They didn't come across other hunters like them that frequently, but it would make sense to find someone of the same persuasion in a strange place -strange didn't even cover it here- and to work through from there.
Shouldering the gun he'd been carrying, Hansel rubbed both hands over his face, sighing a little because really, what else was left at this point? "Where were you pulled from?" Somewhere with no sunlight? At all. Even in a remote way?