"Ouch." Both physical and psychological. He took a breath. "I know it doesn't help much but... you're not the only one who's been brought here on the brink of death. Once the initial shock's worn off, you might be able to feel grateful that at least you've been given an extension on life, by coming here."
Then he huffed a soft chuckle at her question, shaking his head too as he thumbed through the photos he'd collected and picked out a couple of him and John Hart. "As to that, see this guy? He was born in the fifty-first century. And here, there's Spike, who is physically absolutely identical to him." (And yes, he did mean in every detail. He'd slept with them both.) "Uncanny, isn't it? Seems like the universe is lazy, and just copies people to save processing space or something!"