Nothing he's encountered yet didn't in some fashion fit in with what he expected, or what he was already used to. He had admittedly been expecting Nirvana, but this place had much in common with it, didn't it? A sun. Blue skies.

Maybe beaches. "Doesn't really matter, does it?" This isn't where he wanted to be, but they were still going there. The details were largely irrelevant to him. But with mere hours between his arrival and now, anything that really stands out as unusual and out of place simply hasn't registered, if it's been noticed at all.

Priorities: a meal, and kill whoever's messed with his leader. Maybe more than one meal, he was hungry. "I know where to find these disgusting looking ... arm ball things. They wriggle on the way down." You know, the important things.

The rest .. is important. But Serph might not be able to actually explain anything; it'll have to wait.