He doesn't know. Good, well that's, so that's...good. Whatever the hell is up with this place and this guy and whatever else, maybe Tim can still keep it contained.

Cause that worked so well last time.

He laughs hollowly, a short huff completely devoid of humor. There isn't an over for Tim. Clearly. He thought two months ago had been the perfect over but then the headaches, the coughing fits, the blackouts - still. Still. After everything.

"Yeah." He pulls one of the proffered cigarettes and digs his lighter out of his pocket. That's a normal, calming gesture. Hostile brain takeover, then zapped to a new world, and now it's time to unwind with a smoke. Well, it works. "Thanks."

He eyes the guy with mingled appreciation and wariness. "So you, uh," he waves at the expanse of green, the sprawling cityscape, "came though too, then? Just - completely out of the blue?"