King was comfortable. At least until the guy with the red and black outfit approached him. From that point on, he probably looked a little more shifty-eyed than normal which is more directed at his food at the moment. Like it had just dawned on the Nightstalker that maybe it was drugged.

Come on, getting "magically" whisked onto a boat, landing on some "floating" island and then all the shit with red and black dude? It fell perfectly in line with a really bad trip.

At the sound of the greeting, King looked up. "Okay, no crazy spandex outfit. Looks sane. Has a face..But he said 'howdy'. Who the fuck says howdy these days?" The words were murmured to himself as he offered a slightly uncomfortable smile and a nod in return greeting.

He could almost hear Abby telling him to behave.

"Hey!" he spoke louder. "How's it going?"