That at least narrows down what to talk about. Riza considers it for a moment, running through names and what she knows about the people who had wound up in that version of Manhattan. Finally she shakes her head, "No distinct pattern I can think of. There were certainly more people there. I would say much like here there was a wide range of genders, ages, abilities, and backgrounds. We even had a few that were...well not human." She wasn't sure how she could explain there were a few dragons, a dog, and a fairy to name a few of the non-humanoids. "As for the variable, we found out eventually they were bringing in people at random, more or less, in order to get a wide-range of bodies to infect and probably to find just what kind of other worlds were out there to potentially attack or make deals with."

She watches him steadily nudge the skunk onto the wood. Riza decided she would do the messier part and, wrapping the sheet around her hand, started picking up some of the, well, pieces that had been scattered. It was not pleasant work and she might have grimaced a little, but she placed the pieces onto the board so they could dump as much of it as possible.

"I hadn't thought about it...but perhaps we're being selected as samples for our own worlds' inhabitants. The scrubs could be a type of color coding," she began, but then trailed off, shaking her head, "Except, based on conversations I believe some of the people here knew each other from before all of this and they are in different colors."