[Indeed, he'd been chalking this up to some strange dream but the persistent consistency in everything is too realistic to ignore. Dreams had no sense of time, flitted between scenes, voices shared different sounds, everything'd come up as fuzzy memories and feelings; that hand felt like real flesh and blood, and this conversation too grounded and focused to take for granted any more.]

You're askin' me like I know.

[Once that's out of his mouth he realizes that sounds like it could easily applied to both questions, but he's also okay with that. His name's not important anyway.]

Feels like we're on some kind of moon. [He gestures vaguely to Prismatica looming clearly in the sky like a big blue monolith. The view here is something he could just as easily imagine coming from the Horizon Lunar colony. ] And I reckon that's not Earth at all. You remember how you got here? [He doesn't.]