Wes smiled back at the pretty girl. She was smoking, but he didn't let it bother him. He wasn't a smoker himself, but he didn't mind when others did it socially. As long as he didn't have to kiss them.
"Hit on the head. That's rough. I thought I was dead, but I woke up here. That was fairly rough too. I guess I did die back home or something. It's been...difficult to figure out. Cross-dimensional travel can be difficult to manage under the best of circumstances, much more so when it's involuntary, yes?"
Reaching his hand out in a mostly steady fashion, he said, "Nice to meet you. May I ask your name?"