"I think she fiddled with the timelines again, before she disappeared. For me the war ended fifteen minutes ago." Which means he got fifteen minutes to adjust to the idea that he was still, thank God, the FAYZ's first refugee.

He has no idea where Albert is and no intention to go out of his way to find out.

"No one's tried to lock you up?" He speaks those words carefully. He knows Anwei can be weird about that, probably something in her past he doesn't know.

He pauses, takes a breath, examines the marble in her hand, sucks the tip of his fork. "Will it hurt me?"