For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that he was younger than the Mike Chang that these people. Until then, he hadn't really thought about what the Mike Chang of this world had been like before his death. Did he look the same? Did he have any battle scars? Was he capable of kicking zombie ass?
The tiny little fact that he had been five years older to these people had escaped him, until Kitty pointed it out.
"Yeah, I guess I would be," Mike said, giving her a half-grin as he pushed his hands into the pocket of the hoodie that had been loaned to him upon his arrival. Until then, he had been running around in pajama bottoms, a Superman t-shirt, and no shoes. Thankfully, he had shoes on now, as he kicked the ground and huffed out a laugh as he looked at her. "Sorry, this is just really weird." And the understatement of the century goes to...you, you idiot! His mind cheerfully informed him.
Shaking his head a little, he gestured to a wooden log. "Can we sit? If you don't mind, I have questions and I guess it might take awhile to sort it all out."