Well, you can stick with me until we figure out what's going on here. If you want to, anyway. Safety in numbers, right?

[Jamie watches Era with a critical eye as she seems to gradually recover from the effects of the sudden displacement that brought them all here; her clipped responses to his questions strike him as possibly worrisome, but maybe she's just naturally reticent. He leans back, tucking his hands into his pockets, and takes in her interaction with the feathery creature beside her.]

Peki, huh? Nice to meet you, too. [...he says, directly to the bird, on the off-chance that it's actually sentient and he's snubbing it by accident.] Never seen a bird like that before. Where are you guys from?