Tact, Jakab had to think. What would someone with tact say? To be honest, he really wasn't sure. When he'd arrived, he'd stepped out of someone's closet. That was a bit different from this.
"All right." He sighed and tugged at the bandana around his neck, chin ducked down into it and eyes wandering, distracted. "Look. I'm 'unna guess you don't have the best home life - seems to be pretty given around here - which isn't me trying to get personal or whatever, just--" Nose wrinkled, he brought his gaze back to his current companion. "This isn't a dream, it's Meminisse. I don't know how you got here, like I don't know how I got here, but it'll probably turn out better than whatever you left behind."