[It's an odd comment from a kid, Matt thinks. But all right. Not Hell. That is a start. He can tell certain things. They're underground somewhere, but it's lit like they aren't. The sounds all have a strange reverberation to them that he's not used to. He turns his head towards Atem as he hears him sit. Good. They may need to run again, good to rest while they have the chance. And he may be faced in the other's general direction, but his gaze doesn't quite connect.]

...I'm Matthew.

[A moment of hesitation, more habit than anything else.] From New York. Last thing I know for sure I was leaving court. And then... I'd say I was worried I was hallucinating, but this doesn't feel like a hallucination. It feels real.

[Surreal too. But.] What about you? Got a name? A hometown?