The forums had been a great deal of information and already he knew the basics: one, he was in Red Oak, Delaware by means of an unknown force; two, Rachel Pirzard was here, which was a relief to hear considering everyone else, companions he or others may have had, were lost to the void of dimensional destruction (or something like it); and there was some fellow who didn't have a full definition of work, yet wanted it. The people were from all walks of life, all places, all times, and all were pulled from random intervals without some sort of mathimatical pattern despite a few being of the same names or times.
It was this staring off into space that made him jump when Amy first came up, nearly cowering away as he pulled on the sleeves of his jacket and gave her a good stare up and down. The Alphas didn't nearly interrupt him anymore, but this redhead wasn't one of them. This redhead was a stranger, and at the moment, Gary wasn't exactly apt to search so much as figure out how to answer her question.
"Alright." He tried to copy her accent through his answer, one of the few times his habits would point him out as a bit different from everyone else. Someone else may have done it jokingly as if from some small hole in the wall, but Gary had all intention of trying to get it as correct as he could as if storing to some memory bank. Compulsive tendancies aside, he was indeed alright though, nodding ever-so-slightly as he stared at Amy.
"I, uh," he somewhat stammered as if trying to figure out if she was friend or foe when 'don't talke to strangers' was echoing through his head, "I need to find Rachel." That he was certain of, and aside frmo that, he shut his mouth until he figured out whether or not to trust the girl.