Arthur stopped as a voice called out, glancing over to see someone with blonde hair waving at him, seeming puzzlingly bright, pleased to see him. Uncertain his stance rather rigid, in a manner that said he was still on edge, not so much in the presence of this woman particularly, but simply this place itself. That and she was dressed rather oddly for a lady, not a sight he was used to. She had been right, to be outdoors was some relief, the other place was as she had warned, unpleasant. He nodded his greeting, again he had some trouble taking what exactly she meant, even if he felt encouraged to trust her words, there was enough that he could reply, letting out a breath.
“Poltergeist? They are they the monsters here?” He's been warned of such things by others, but he's not really been told exactly what's been sighted, be it four-legged, winged or otherwise. Nor has he truly established who or what is supposedly keeping them here. “You were the woman on the magical device.” He says in a confirming sort of manner, not really for any other reason that the entire working of the clearly dark object is rather baffling. He has it stowed, but intends not to use it. “Do you remember anything of how you came to be here?” He can remember nothing of it himself, so the only way to get some bearings of where exactly they've been taken to, is to question others. Any landmark, village or town would do.