"I'm just gonna file all that away for later," Murphy said. Because coming from his point of reference it was a lot to take in. There was a lot of information in those few sentences, and he couldn't possibly process it all on the spot.
He sighed, reached up to run a hand through his hair, which was not a common tic for him. It was something of a nervous gesture at the moment, at the absurdity of everything happening around him. The strangeness of where he was, the fact he wasn't sure if it was even real or all in his head. He was inclined to think it was all in his head, but why the fuck would he keep the damn collar on his own neck?
"Okay. What was that you said about food?" He was hungry. of course he was. He'd never really not been hungry. Food was a necessity in his life, not a luxury. He'd rarely had enough to eat, honestly.