"Oh yeah, them, us, everybody here except like the Captain and Gal Friday and the little black shadow kid. We're all abductees!" She hops up on the railing, swinging her legs. "Also nobody's looking for us, 'cause the original version of us is just ticking along like normal wherever we came from. We're clones or copies or something like that. So it's not like a ransom situation, or even like a cult kind of thing either."

News ever so delicately delivered, she nods back to his t-shirt. "I have to know, did he name the business after his Fthark, or the Fthark after the business?"