The man's lack of pained reaction causes Remy to relax further. His smirk widens and he riffles his deck of cards, as if on reflex.
"Dis place, mon ami? Dis is some kind of nexus... people from all dese differen' worlds are dragged here. No one can leave, bu' de place is mos'ly safe and de food and drink are free... I's kind of a luxury prison."
"De nom's Remy. Remy LeBeau." The Cajun offers his hand.