[Of course he has no answers. Why would a man foolish enough to try to mount a mythical creature like a wild horse know anything about anything. Hanzo feels foolish for asking in the first place, but brushes off a bit of crystal dust from the rim of his hat. It bothered him.]

Have it your way, cowboy. [He's fine not doing names. It isn't as though he has any intentions of making friends.]

Correct. I can only remember waking up here. Before that my last memories were of Earth. [Hanzo rakes his fingers over his beard in thought, not wanting to prolong the conversation or his interaction with this man, but there are certain things he does have to ask.]

How long have you been here?