"Oh, Lisa! Nice name, nice to meet you. By that, I'm taking that to mean that you've been through all of..." John gestured vaguely towards the rabble of assorted individuals still congregating and commiserating around the room, and marveled at how normal everyone looked.
"..This, before?"
It was so very hard, looking at everyone from all these varied walks of life, and realizing that they all were these 'Different' as well. Other places, other universes represented here, Memories and places and - and if it hadn't happened to John directly, he would have been ridiculously enthused about studying it. It wasn't nearly so much fun when you were the subject of study itself.
"...The Bureau. Seems bloody shady, if you ask me; obvious they're playing some sort of game with us - not sure how I feel about being part of their odd census. It's like...in the comics when they tried to register all of the superheroes, you know? The Civil War?" Clearly, John did not share Lisa's qualms about being hush hush on his opinions, and simply voiced them without concern. He was clearly Important enough to be in their little club, so he doubted they'd hunt him down or anything. He glanced over at the young lady, and smiled a bit wryly. He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling the already sculpted mess that he enjoyed styling it in.
"Try me. Might be surprised. And if you have science questions, I'm happy to help. I teach! Teaching is...is what I do. Thanks for the welcome, though. Been a while since I've been to a group like this." He hadn't really shared much about himself at the meeting; he had been introduced and offered up what he did for a living, but that had been all. He had spent the rest of it listening to the stories, curious about everyone present.
"...So. We were all..or rather, are all someone else from another plane of existence? Another universe? And we're getting those memories and whatever else that comes with it back? Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"
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"..This, before?"
It was so very hard, looking at everyone from all these varied walks of life, and realizing that they all were these 'Different' as well. Other places, other universes represented here, Memories and places and - and if it hadn't happened to John directly, he would have been ridiculously enthused about studying it. It wasn't nearly so much fun when you were the subject of study itself.
"...The Bureau. Seems bloody shady, if you ask me; obvious they're playing some sort of game with us - not sure how I feel about being part of their odd census. It's like...in the comics when they tried to register all of the superheroes, you know? The Civil War?" Clearly, John did not share
Lisa's qualms about being hush hush on his opinions, and simply voiced them without concern. He was clearly Important enough to be in their little club, so he doubted they'd hunt him down or anything. He glanced over at the young lady, and smiled a bit wryly. He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling the already sculpted mess that he enjoyed styling it in.
"Try me. Might be surprised. And if you have science questions, I'm happy to help. I teach! Teaching is...is what I do. Thanks for the welcome, though. Been a while since I've been to a group like this." He hadn't really shared much about himself at the meeting; he had been introduced and offered up what he did for a living, but that had been all. He had spent the rest of it listening to the stories, curious about everyone present.
"...So. We were all..or rather, are all someone else from another plane of existence? Another universe? And we're getting those memories and whatever else that comes with it back? Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"