[ …Huh. Someone else from a doomed world? Not that he feels much of anything more than surprised curiosity about it. The fact that his world was dead and gone didn’t mean anything to him personally, because he’d wiped the slate clean multiple times with his own hands. That’s just how things went, sometimes.

But it does feel cruel to make mortals be aware of that, almost.

He leans back in the chair he’s taken, and since she’s drinking so heavily, sure, he’ll indulge a bit too. He sets the plate aside (though it’ll continue to be picked at) and takes one of the bottles that was left nearby. He takes a sniff of it first, but with a shrug, takes a swig. ]

Well, I just crawled outta there myself, so, first impressions? Seems like it.

[ He tips the bottle towards her, but it’s just a gesture of talking with his hands. ]

So, this place better or worse than where you ended up after your first cataclysm?