"I cannot imagine this would not be unsettling for whoever gets whisked away to end up here." He picks up his own glass as well, clawed fingers carefully holding the stem, but instead of drinking he merely studies the dark red liquid inside.

"There have been no questions. Not yet. Though I have gotten a chance to talk to a few of the passengers. Unfortunately, I have yet to learn anything that could truly be of use in finding a way to leave." What he had learned just made this all the more unsettling. Not only had he ended up somewhere else, but also in all probability at another time that his own. And, to make it even worse, at another dimension than his own. From what he had gathered, this was the case for many on board.