The Graverobber merely shrugged when she mentioned that he looked different. When he'd first found out about the big switch in location (and apparently time period), he'd been rather miffed. But now he was over it. It was just another thing. "Apparently whoever brought us here has a sense of humor," he commented easily, as if he were commenting about the weather.
"As for what happened, I can tell you what I know, but that may not seem like much for once." He simply stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he began his tale. "You see, we seem to have been brought to some kind of holding place, if you will. A prison that looks like a city. You can't leave. Many have tried. I, myself, have not, but considering the amount of bitching I've heard about being stuck, I'm apt to believe it. There are people here from different places and times. It sounds strange, but really, after all you've seen, I'm sure you can believe it more easily than most."
He smiled again then, stepping a little closer to the girl. "But I'd be careful if I were you. There's different kinds of crazy here than you're used to."