"Somewhere -- oh you were in the Aerie." Quentin snaps his fingers. "There we go, that's why you showed up differently than the others." There are enough headaches and things they don't get there, having this was a whole new question mark. His moment of triumph in figuring it out moves right into flinching, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Oh fuck. So there may be more of you there."

That is going to be pretty terrible for them, but Quentin at least tries to shake it off and focus on her. He's typically more on top of things but he's frazzled. "Sorry, so like, we usually have a system. New people like you show up together in a group and are dropped off directly to uss. This time a bunch of people was taken to the Moon since um, like a whole shitton of people here are gone."

Quentin waves a hand around. New Tokyo is usually a bustling city and there are people there but not a lot of them. The city itself looks bigger than the amount of civilians they can see from a distance, many of them milling and looking distracted and uncertain. "We were all transported to another world and given new memories. Those of us who came back here, like me? Died there."

He's died a lot of times at this point so he's getting used to it. But it's a headache. "I'm sorry if I'm like, starting from random places with information, I'm still sorting through multiple memories and um, trying my best, sorry." He's the type who will apologize for apologizing.