This is familiar. Whenever Rashad begins to think that this new world has changed beyond recognition, some little human tradition crops up in nearly the same exact form as he last saw it. He gives his own drink a little sniff and an apparently appreciative sip, though he's not particularly interested in it. Food and drink are hardly ever interesting to him.

"The others weren't so bad, then," he notes. The zombie certainly was not as dangerous, though Johnny's fright at seeing it was understandable. He gives a halfhearted shrug and decides to tell a portion of the truth. "I came through the rift a few days ago," he says truthfully, deliberating about whether to tell Johnny how far in time he has come. It would explain any apparent eccentricities, but he is aware that he likely does not seem as overwhelmed as he should be. "To be quite honest I'm not sure what to make of it all...I seem to have lost a century or two along the way. What about you? Are you from this world?"