[Asks Quentin, glancing up, slipping his glasses back on and peering at him. Nothing about Kelson's appearance is particularly startling. He's washed up in worlds wth kings and crowns before. How the flying monkeys fit in he isn't super clear on, but that can be worked out later.]
It's a knack, I guess. [Dusting the knees of his jeans off, before getting stiffly to a feet.] Doesn't matter. Where are we?
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[Asks Quentin, glancing up, slipping his glasses back on and peering at him. Nothing about Kelson's appearance is particularly startling. He's washed up in worlds wth kings and crowns before. How the flying monkeys fit in he isn't super clear on, but that can be worked out later.]
It's a knack, I guess. [Dusting the knees of his jeans off, before getting stiffly to a feet.] Doesn't matter. Where are we?