[Something odd, something definitely familiar, but impossible to pin down. Markus doesn't know quite yet what it might be -- or if it's anything at all -- but it causes his curiosity to catch more poignantly than it would otherwise. Roots him to the ground, though she's certainly not asked him to leave.

Her question, Why has it all started over again?, sends a shadow of confusion crawling across otherwise muted, calm features.]

What do you mean, you've already been here for days? [For a moment he wonders if his memory is failing him, or if he's been thrown into a fit of disorientation that he was unaware of until this very moment. It's very easy for him to toss the blame on a human mind, with all its faults and cracks that run through memory.

He pries further.] I've been here for months. I've never seen you before until now; weren't you dropped off from a transport vehicle with others like yourself just today?