Something falters in his expression, briefly, a micro tug at the corners of his mouth, at his brows-- but as soon as it's there it's gone. Whatever it was, he buries it with ease, instead letting out a faint laugh as he nods. "It... looks like a vacation. Yeah." Their idea of a vacation would probably differ in a lot of ways, all things and limbs considered...

"Months." He swallows. So there was something off about... time here? He wasn't really sure, but it didn't sound crazy, not when he had been so close to Renee after all. His cheek sucks in slightly as he grinds it between his teeth, using the slight ache to keep himself grounded from the ever-growing pile of strangeness this new place contained.

"Oh, great, all my favorite people." There's no missing the sarcasm; though Hound wasn't so... worrying, the others. Well. Maybe he'd avoid them if he could manage to do that. The last thing he wanted was to be murdered one day into some sort of dumb time-traveling kidnapping-based-vacation.

"Oh-- yeah, yeah, I'm doing great. I love a good kidnapping. Second, only to getting shot, you know?" And he laughs, but there's not enough warmth to it, because he really doesn't find it funny, but he laughs anyway. Like a tic, or coping. When it stills he leans back in his chair, eyeing his friend for a long moment before cocking a brow. "Months, huh? No way home?"