"It's okay, the people who throw us into don't like, give a manual. We have one of those made by us, though." Quentin is easily embarrassed himself so he gets it, he'd be doing the same. He keeps a very careful eye on the others. When she touches his hand, the empathy bond immediately goes into effect, a glow appearing in the chest of both of them. She can feel a wave of nerves and sympathy from him, which only lasts long enough for her to see the glow before he pulls back his hand.

"Sorry, it happens any time people like us touch. We're, um, called the Displaced? Self-titled. So, you've ... been like multiverse kidnapped? By who we don't know, but there's a whole chunk of us in the same situation, so there's that."