Henley took a small step back and held up her hands. She’d been startled by his reaction, though she supposed it wasn’t really all that irrational. “Easy. There’s no need for weapons.” She watched him carefully to make sure his dagger stayed at his side. She wasn’t in the mood to suffer another injury just as the last one was healing. Henley tried to interpret his expression and tone carefully to figure out if he was a man on the verge of lashing out or just someone who was lost, confused, and perhaps frightened.
“Here goes...” She murmured mostly to herself before trying to explain the impossible. “I think we’re probably in similar situations. I was brought here by some kind of magic controlled by someone who goes only by ‘Management’. They never explained anything themselves, but someone who works for them pulled me aside and told me what had happened. You...” Henley paused with a small sigh. “You’re probably here for the same reason I am. Management was interested in you and thought you’d make a good addition to the show they have going on.”
Henley finally decided to take the seat on the stool for herself, relaxing a little even if the dagger was still by the newcomer’s side. “Before you ask, there’s no way home. The only way back is for Management to send you back, and they’re stubborn asses.” She made no attempt to hide her disdain.