Huh. What kind of world did he come from, where that mattered? Roxas had seen a lot of weird places, but he couldn't imagine what that was like, or why. But it didn't really matter; it was a simple request, easily fulfilled.

"Okay. I won't." He nodded. "Hi, Altair, I'm Roxas—oh, wait, I already texted you that." He chuckled again, this time at himself.

What did he say now, though? What would have helped him, arriving in a strange new place? Nothing that he'd experienced really applied. "I know this place is really, really weird," he said. "But you'll get used to it. And some of the people are pretty cool."