"That's me," he said, sitting down across from her. He was glad her level of calm hadn't simply been a matter of acting. She was just as collected in the flesh as she had been on the networks. "Nah, I'm good," he shook his head at her offer to get him coffee. "People show up here pretty often, so if you're around long at all, you hear a lot of things." he nodded. "Googled yourself already, have you?" He arched an eyebrow. That seemed such an odd thing to do upon arriving in a place you hadn't been moments go. He'd seen stranger things, though. "I'm from the telly, too, apparently. Bit weird, really, life laid out for everyone to see like that." He usually tried to forget the fact that all of his mistakes could easily be seen by anyone who wanted to see it.
"As for a general breakdown of what's happened, here..." he leaned back a bit in his seat as he recounted the story that had been told so many times. "Lucifer was locked away in this hell cage with some ridiculous number of seals around it to keep him there. Except then he got released and in the process, one of those seals sort of ripped a hole in space and time. That's how we all end up here. And, you might meet some people that've known other versions of you. Apparently sometimes people get tossed back and forth a bit, sometimes they don't remember being here before." he shrugged. The timelines made everything more awkward half the time.