"Automail?" Erik repeated. "Never heard of it." But if the kid didn't realize he wasn't in his world anymore, that would explain the skepticism. It was hard to derail himself from quizzing the newcomer more about a world where working metal prosthetics were (apparently) commonplace, but somehow he managed.

"We're in a hotel called the Nexus." He'd given this speech so many times by now, he could recite it practically without thinking. It was enough to make him wish he'd printed out Welcome to the Nexus pamphlets. "Whatever world you were in before, you're not there anymore. You might be able to get back, but trying can have mixed results. The doors here don't always go where you expect them to."