"Alright, okay... I'm sorry, it was a poor choice of words. I've just-- really never heard of the Gift. I'm sure it's cool as shit though." He shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm near a place called Alexandria in Virginia back home." Better than saying a warehouse compound, right?

"Look, I don't know how to prove this to you... but nearly everybody who shows up here, they come from some place different. It's beyond my ability to really understand it too, so I just try to roll with it. I just know-- there was this British guy who claimed he was a Master of the goddamn Dark Arts. Real grouchy bastard, but he was cool. Then I met an honest to God cowboy, like from the old fucking west. I live with him actually. Hell, but I don't blame you if you think I'm crazy. Half the time, I'm convinced I'm insane, kid. None of this should be happening."