The word around was that at certain times there were migrations of new people. Sometimes from the world that they had come from. That was obvious seeing as there were a lot of people from his world in general. Judging from his own incarnation of being there, he decided the better thing to do with his time was brood about how the rest of whom was left of his team hadn't found him across spacetime breaks to relieve him of his boredom now that he actually had himself back.

Amusement wasn't easy to come by. Watching some poor manatee getting curled and refused to head back to the water was about as good as it got. It wasn't that there wasn't other interesting people, but this one hit him a little curiously. Nothing else to do and by the looks of it, no one he knew personally. Slipping his hands into his pockets (something he'd never get used to) he shuffled himself along, looking down over the lazy body on the floor. "I wouldn't be able to sleep not knowing if you just intended on laying there like a log."