[ If Jake were actually asking, Drake would say that there's an innate wrongness to anyone who acts that over-the-top happy, or on the flipside looks like they should be happy and acts sinister. And Drake's never been a fan of face paint in any context, honestly. But Jake didn't actually ask, so Drake just keeps waving new arrivals in the direction of the exit, and exhales with relief when the cop backs down and runs towards him instead of continuing to face down the killer clown. ]

Come on, this way. They're monsters, not people, but they'll be driven out of the city within a day so if we can outrun them it's better to not waste the ammo. Nobody does bath salts, that cannibal guy was just crazy.

[ Though... it's also pretty strange to be talking about something like the Miami cannibal attack. Is this guy actually from his universe? It's obviously not impossible, just so rare that Drake's hesitant to hope for it. Easier to keep answering the usual questions instead, as he hustles the stranger out of the colosseum. ]

You're in Hadriel. There's a welcome guide that'll probably explain it better than I can but it's a lot to take in. Cliffnotes: you got sucked in by a portal opened by godlike alien creatures that need help fighting a war. And no, I'm not crazy.