"You're all right, take it easy," Sean says. There's no immediate danger, so no need to push himself into getting up before he's ready. Not that Sean has ever had powers to misuse in Deerington, but he's seen the less pleasant after effects on others and wouldn't wish it even on a stranger. "The town is Deerington. Best anyone can tell, we're in Maine, United States. Last I was here I'd say there were near two hundred of us." He rocks back on his heels, trying to think of what information he would most have wanted when he first arrived. Sean digs in his pockets for his cigarettes, then pauses and asks, "Do you mind?"