[He's mildly interested in whatever she thinks must be stranger than this, but—

Ah. Though he attempts to loosen his shoulders with a deep breath as he brings a hand to his forehead, there's not too much point, is there? Even then, he doesn't notice the faintest tremor of his hand as he removes it from his face with a shake of his head, nor the dried spot of blood on his sleeve underneath his suit jacket.]

Am I so obvious?

[He flashes a brief smile; a little joke, to try to show he's not bothered by her remark, at least. He is bothered, though, and the smile is indeed brief.]

There's someone I'm... concerned about, back home. And I admit find it difficult to believe time makes no difference for us here.

[He's been reassured of this fact by everyone he's spoken to, partly because he's continued to bring up the urgency of his need to return. It's just so absurd—then again, his appearance here in the first place is almost as absurd.]