As Mark paced, Roger leaned back on the couch and watched the blond man do just that. Really, it wasn't that uncommon. Mark liked to pace when he thought. Pace and fidget, but apparently he didn't have his scarf with him for once. Which was shocking as Mark was almost never without it. It was as much a part of him as his camera was. But it made sense. This was a lot to take in, of course Mark would be anxious.
"I have no idea. I mean, it's not like we come through something physical, we just... appear. There are people from this place, who were born here. Such as how in this place, we're characters in that musical. There are other people here who are fictional. I've seen Han and Leia on the boards. Freddie is apparently fictional. Some of the kids here. The Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda are here. Though they get very annoyed if you mention The Wizard of Oz... Superman, Black Cat... There are countless people who shouldn't be here."
And then the next round of questions. Really, Roger probably should have sought out more information, but with the bugs and shit? It wasn't something he really thought about.
"Uh. We get brought here with whatever we had on us. I was driving when I was brought here, so I have my car. There are care packages for new arrivals. But no, some of the people here don't live in the complex. There's another one that not many live at, and then people in the city. Some have jobs with fake IDs. Others teach courses in self defense and the like here so we aren't all helpless."