No, I... I get that. [ And though he doesn't mean to sound so quiet, so tentative, that feeling of misery had been all-encompassing, and he sort of feels like the wind's been knocked out of him.

Scott isn't dumb enough to think that it'd appeared out of nowhere-- it'd definitely been because this guy touched him-- but he isn't bothered enough by it to feel angry, either. Just kind of... sad? Sad that this guy feels so sad? Because, surely, if it was caused by touch, then Scott's read enough sci-fi/fantasy to know that its source has got to be the guy who touched him in the first place.

The guy who's apologising just for talking. ]

I run my mouth all the time and it isn't even 'cause of nerves. [ The corner of his mouth tugs up into a smile, hopefully more comforting than not. ] Like-- listen, I'm new too. And, [ leaning in, Scott whispers quite conspiratorially ] it is pretty freaking weird, right?

[ He looks around, arms crossing over his chest, and then looks back this guy's way. ]

But I think we're alive? I got a good feeling we're alive. Just... somewhere weird, is all. I'm pretty sure I heard someone call us "Displaced", and that definitely doesn't mean dead, right?