"Yeah we didn’t have any volcanoes in Detroit, either. This whole thing was bullshit." But he’s been saying that since he got here. This place is bullshit, it’s stupid, all manner of adjectives but here he was. Still stuck here. Beats being in his Detroit, York supposes.

His hand extends out to her. He’s missed the strangeness of her eyes when she moves because she seems to be completely normal at the moment. "York Stark. Why check on the glownies now in the middle of the night anyways?"

Humans are fucking weird.