"Right. Sorry." Space Patrol, Space Control. Sam honestly didn't know the difference. He'd never heard of anything like it before. Even as Jack spoke of Troobians invading their planets, Sam felt as though he were attempting to sit through a really bad space movie. Frowning, he pushed a hand through his hair and rubbed at the side of his head. Yeah, this was really confusing. Witches, vampires, comic book characters? That he could handle. But now he felt like he was caught in an episode of Star Trek or something that amounted to it and he was doing all that he could to follow in on what Jack was talking about. Space invaders. Troobians. What the fuck kind of name was Troobian? "Uh, well...that's interesting." Time traveling devices. Sam didn't have much experience with all that, but the little that he did have with going back in time? It hadn't been pleasant. He'd pass.
"I'm sure we can get you some clothes from somewhere," Sam pointed out, hands sliding into his pockets. "In fact, I'm pretty sure that they're starting some sort of 'new arrival' box for those of you who just show up out of the blue and have nothing to wear upon arrival." Not that they showed up in the nude, most of the time, but Sam knew that people needed clothes to wear. More than just the one outfit that they showed in.
"Shiny?" He raised his brows, still not following. Was that space slang? "Well, I'll let you finish...doing what you're doing here and then I'll take you to the apartments and help you get settled. You just let me know when you're ready."