Man, this guy was a talker, wasn't he? So full the most random information that Kenzi literally thought he'd pop with all the knowledge bundled and bottled in that scrawny body of his, and like she observed from his network interactions, he was taking be transported here pretty calmly. Not like much gets solved when you panic and lose your shit, but usually everyone goes through the cycle of 'holy shit what is this' and gets over it. Somewhat. Completely natural reaction.
This guy was, uh, a piece of work. Especially when he decidedly picked apart her way of coping with things and analyzing it under some invisible microscope. It wasn't her first rodeo at abduction either - she'd been tied up and starved for days while some kitsune bitch glamoured herself to look like her and took over her life, and, well. She dealt with it with snark too. Because if Kenzi had a role in a movie, it'd be comedic relief. Hands down. The funny ones weren't supposed to be depressive stick in the muds.
"Do you pscyhoanalyze everyone you meet?" Kenzi snorted, elbowing playfully. "Or am I the lucky girl? Sheesh. Advice taken there, buddy." No, she wasn't offended by it - more like just plain amused to hear him ramble on and apply logic to everything, even when you didn't want some things to make sense. "We'll have to share abduction stories and I don't know, brofist about them or something." She'd like to hear that story anyway - he seemed like the type that would talk too much and than the captors would hand him over for not ever shutting up. She read about something like that once. Completely legit!
"Stuck, no way out. We've got mad scientist twins that have tried finding ways, but the last time they did one of their super-duper crazy experiments, they opened up portals and whoosh! Out came demons. No lie. We fought them valiantly and ended up closing the portals. Long story short. We're chalking it all up to crazy magic juju. Or whatever it was I called it to you." Similar enough!