Apparently satisfied with that answer, Jae nods and sips his coffee once more before setting it aside - on an overturned crate, next to an ash tray hosting a graveyard of different colored paper tubes with burned edges; the most popular use for this venue is readily apparent. He makes a thoughtful noise at the description. "My boss was born here, she's kind of like 'yeah this happens', but you can tell it's - different, you know?"

Even a lot of the naturalized citizens are panicking. He takes his first bite of waffle. Beautiful.

"So much of this feels like it should be familiar." Speaking of an Earth that doesn't have monsters or magic - theirs does. He sounds a little clumsy, saying that, because he still doesn't know how to explain 'feels', be it... Braille in his head, or just intuition.