Len really shouldn't be all that surprised to hear that someone else from his world is here. That's- what, four folks so far? Not even including himself. As it turns out, fortune favors the people who have already gone through a bunch of shit and clearly wants them to go through more. It does not escape him that this man will receive an uncomfortable wake-up call when other strangers start introducing themselves as being from other Earths.

"Aw, they're friendly once to get to know 'em."

Len says, with an effortlessly disarming smile and all the confidence of a man who hasn't avoided a route just because those flying fucks were in proximity. He tugs the gauze flat, deftly tying a knot with the loose ends.

"There's a few of us here from those parts. Mostly Vegas. How far east?"