No. [ oh god, no. ] No, the planet I'm from is called Earth and Jersey is [ a quirk of his lips. ] the desolate and terrible part.

[ the crystal fox though: that is definitely weird enough that it could— be related, he supposes, but it's also nothing he's personally encountered in terms of travelling to other plants-dimensions-anywheres. (where's reed richards when you need him?)

a brief expression of thought crosses into doubt and hr shrugs lightly. ] No crystal foxes for me, just the MRT running on time. [ pause. ] —It's a train.