[Oh, he'd be delighted to tell stories! Most people get tired of listening to him, so a new audience is always welcome.]
Yes. I was in the City... it was a small pocket universe, [or uniwerse, if Elena would like to find his accent amusing] situated outside of the native universes of all of its inhabitants. It was nearly the end of my second year there before I met our abductors directly, or at least a faction of the organization that was keeping us captive. They were very civil. [A pause as he rethinks this statement.] Mostly civil. Much friendlier than the wardens, and infinitely friendlier than the being that I spoke to in the real Marina Nova.
[Which won't make much sense if no one has told Elena about the time that the inmates escaped the virtual prison and found themselves in the real prison.]