"Yeah? Alien?" He probably shouldn't call them aliens. After all, he was used to being the alien. It was going to take some used to not being so different here. "Sorry, should ask what species."
England. Huh. John smirked at the notion. Not Sebacean. British. "Huh. Yeah...?" He looked around. "Except you weren't temporarily displaced there I bet." John sipped his coffee.
"This is taking some getting used to, I guess. What was your deal? I mean, you're not alien, you're not knocked around space- is it just....random humans that end up here? Or what?"
He couldn't figure out why he was here. Or why Bill was here. None of this made sense outside of it being in his own head, but that was starting to be put to the test, too.