[There are a few people in other booths giving them dirty looks for the noise Martin is making. He wishes he could just disappear again, wrap himself in a Lonely shroud and fade away from notice. As it is, he manages to quell his bitterness and just lets it rest as a cold pit inside his chest.]

That's fair, yes. Sorry, just the way you said that... A lot of the stories we have aren't real, but I've spent a lot of time dealing with the ones that are. Here? Well... [He picks up his glass of water and sips it.] It just pet a three-eyed dog half-glitching out of existence and all of the townspeople have pastel hair or gas masks. It seems like there's a lot of weird stuff here that isn't afraid to come out of the shadows.