He could totally ignore those, Yep. Even as he grinned like a loon. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt. Are you fine? What's going on?" Because really, they were on floating islands. He needed perspective. "I'm really here. And, ah..." He dug out the paper he had written down his assignment on.

"I'm on Imber." He nodded and stuffed it back in his pockets.

"How long have you been here? Where are you assigned? Where's Scott?" Because, again, imagining one without the other was... hard.