She waited, let him process for a moment. When he lost color in his face, Ginger wondered if he might faint. That would be bad, here in the middle of the crazy crowd surrounding them. "Yes..." she nodded slowly, reaching over to tug gently on his shirt to get his attention and making a motion for him to follow her. They needed out of this crowd before she explained everything else.
Once they were free from the masses, Ginger looked back at him. "People...that end up here...they travel through space, time, dimensions. It's...complicated. And it's magic, crazy as that might sound..." she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Where were you, before you were here? What year was it?"