"Living like a completely normal human being?" she tried, no real idea what he was trying to get at, but she supposed that was more or less what she was doing. "Normal's all a bit relative here."
"It might make me miss George a bit less, or just give me a bit of a laugh so yes please," she replied, until he actually did start geniuinely flailing of course. It was better when it wasn't as serious.
"I can go down stairs and get you todays paper if you'd like," she offered carefully, feeling a little bad now he was flailing. "It's 2006, Mitchell. We were...brought here by some higher ups or something. There are loads of people like us, people that aren't meant to be here, now or at least aren't from here or now. I mean seriously there are like Jedi's and stuff, it's mental! But ignoring the tendancy for really strange things to happen it's...it's alright. I mean I've met some really nice people and well, that's the other thing. The reason I didn't just disappear the moment I got here was because I have a purpose here, we all do. This hotel it's full of all these amazing people brought here from God knows where to, well okay it sounds like a completely cliche, but to fight the good fight and wow that sounded really wanky, didn't it? Okay let me try again. Basically we're the good guys, but there are bad guys here too. We're supposed stop them winning I guess, protect people." She paused for a moment to see just how badly he was flailing now. "Of course I generally just make tea, but for the good guys! And I'm here if any of special little talents are ever needed. So...you'll join right? You'll stay here, with me? With us? I mean come on, saving the world, it's nothing we haven't done before, right?"