[Well. She doesn't seem to hate him or be melting him on sight, which is super awesome in Rhys' book, as he's generally a pretty big fan of not being melted. It seems like she doesn't... actually loathe him either, which also works out to his favor, even if he's not sure why. Last he heard, Lilith and her goons were pretty much out to dismantle and murder Jack's entire legacy, which is kind of mean, but also dangerous to scrawny pencil pushers like Rhys.

He looks at her hand for a moment, like she's definitely planning on melting arm off or something the instant they make contact, but she doesn't, which is nice. Rhys lets her help him up, rubbing at a sore spot, before glancing around the city with a frown.]

I'm, uh... Rhys. This place is- a little hard to explain.

[That would be an understatement.]

We're stuck here, through some portal thing that they call the Door. There were some- I dunno, gods, beings, eridians, whatever- here that opened it. They like messing with us because they get power from our emotions. That's about the long and short of it.