Rowan can't remember the last time he had to give the introductory speech to someone. Had he ever? He still remembers the people who helped him when he first arrived, but that had been different. He had been on the run and desperate for a place to hide, anywhere that was safe. He had almost welcomed the idea of another dimension, another world.

And he had been stuck in a recovery center gown. He had had slightly different priorities than Citra now.

Glancing back at the alleyway, not out of paranoia but because he thinks it might be best to show as well as tell, Rowan tries to explain.

"It's a different world," he says. "A whole different dimension. Like those old sci-fi movies. It's completely different, Citra. It's like Earth but..."

He ducks his head slightly to look her in the eye. "There's no Thunderhead here. No Scythedom. It's the Age of Mortality, all over again."