He hunches over his knees in thought, propping his chin in his hand. It certainly did sound like the antics of some kind of cruel trickster god toying with them, if such a thing were real. If not that, then what? Of course sitting in a living room pondering that wasn't going to bring any exact answers.

Nida's quip earned a flat look and a snort. "Tch," Don't think you're going to trick him into throwing his lot in that easily, Nida. Seifer has no intention of being anyone's errand boy or pet. Not about to toss on the yolk of a new master without any idea what he's getting himself into, much less for whom. "The training we have is to cover weeks, maybe a couple months at most. Don't give me that shit." Not settling down into a pastoral life or whatever it is people were doing here. They're mercenaries, not farmers.

Don't think he missed the fiddling, he was just refraining from comment for the moment. There was a lot more to sort through if it wasn't just a matter of being insane. The hell was he supposed to do with this information? Normally he'd just hike to the nearest settlement that wasn't trapped a hundred years ago. Certainly wouldn't just settle in. Where do you even start with something like this? He needs more information. "You said there are records?"