[James sat quietly nearby, appointing himself lookout of this particular section of the corridor. As the stranger passed by, he peered down from his vantage point, watching the newcomer pass by below him. He didn't look too spectacular. Small, thin, pale... Almost sickly looking, and hardly a threat at all. Of course, James knew all too well that appearances were deceiving.]
You look lost. [He adjusted his glasses as he addressed the stranger a few feet below him.] We all are.
'Fraid I gotta tell you kid, something brought us all to this place, and it doesn't want to let us go. Get comfortable, 'cause you're trapped.
Don't bother asking how you got here. [He saw that confused, frustrated look on the stranger's face, and expression he had worn himself when he arrived.] Nobody knows that.