Sarah didn't look like she belonged much of anywhere other than the seventies. The band t shirt, the short skirt, leggings and doc boots probably would have lead most people to wonder about the year. The guy stood up though and seemed to hae come through hell even before this place so she wasn't sure how he'd take any of this.
"2014." she told him simply, "And you're in Kansas, for what thats worth." This whole thing was a bloody mess of complicated at the best of times but it boiled down to a few simple facts. "There's this seal thing, like a lock on a door seal but it has enough sentience to be a dick. Fairly frequantly, takes us here, messes with us, things attack us, we fight them. Its like its very own sick little game. On the other hand, sometimes people come here from fairly crap lives, or y'know, from being dead. So maybe for them its better."
There was that about it too she supposed. Enough to balance the bad side, she didn't know, but it was something.
"Look Uriah. You're here now, for however long the thing decides you're useful probably. So how about you let me bring you somewhere safe. There's apartments for us, for when we get here first. You don't pay. Which sounds proper culty but I swear, is just people who went through this bollocks years ago helping out."