When Deacon wants to blend in, he most certainly will. Unfortunately, he wasn't really anticipating being abducted by... well, whatever it was that took him. Wastelanders talk about aliens, sometimes. They frequently sound insane, but he supposes it's no less believable than anything else one might find out there.

"It must be my birthday," he replies with a smile, tucking the roll of tape under his arm to move toward the stranger again. He glances around them at the question. The extreme lack of gravity gives him pause, and he sucks in a deep breath, sighing it out, his shoulders dropping.

"To answer that question, I think I might need to know where 'this place' is in relation. We'll start with the broad strokes... Earth?" The last word is meant to be his answer, but it's spoken uneasy, like he's unclear whether or not he's still even on it.