"Oh, lord, they're still sending us new recruits even now?" He grimaces, surprised, and then pauses and shakes his head. "No, of course they are. Were you a volunteer, or did you stumble through a rift like the rest of us?"

He laughs a little; that was meant both as a joke and as a serious question. Her latter query, though, earns a sigh from the young man. He runs his hand though his hair to get it out of his good eye, a gesture he's been taking on a lot since his hair got long enough to irritate. "The last mission was -- well, it was... a lot of things. I mean, all's well that ends well, but it was pretty sketchy for a little while there. You really just got here?"