Two thousand seventeen Missouri. [He's not sure why he's swapping home state information with a dinosaur-who-says-she's-a-girl but he's decided to just go with it. She seems a little terse, but given that he's been picking fights with anything that moves and a few things that don't for the last few days, maybe he shouldn't judge. It was disorienting when he first arrived here, and if what she's saying is true she's probably handling a similar upheaval remarkably well.]

Thirty-five. [If he looks older, it's because alcoholism and chainsmoking are not kind on one's body in the longterm.] Did you hear this whole thing in your head about how you're going to save the Green and all? Because that's kind of the secret password to this, uh...

[What even are all the denizens of this hellish ersatz camping trip?]

...group. Of people. And a few things that ain't people. I think.