Raising his hands in defence, Chas shrugged slightly as the other man, Ash, as he had introduced himself, shot him a questioning look. “Chas, Chas Kramer.” Not quite Bond, James Bond, and no points for style either, but it would do for now – better than being scrutinized like that some more. “…nice to meet you all?” Probably not, but for now he could at least pretend he had some manners of sorts.
Nodding slowly, he looked at Ash again. “Some old hillbilly with a weird accent?” He then asked, lowering his hands again and stuffing them back into his pockets. Admittedly because he hoped to have some candy left, he just wasn't going to get his hopes up. “Because some guy like that showed up at my door.” Not his door, exactly, but close enough. No need to explain he spent his afternoons in an apartment of a man about 15 years older, really, it just sounded wrong. “Gave me an envelope, too, and next thing I know, I wake up in some pastel nightmare of a bedroom. And not even a TV in there.”
Shrugging yet again, Chas turned to look from Alice to Jack. “No idea either where we are. Can't say things like this happen to me every other day.”