Johnny blinks at the abruptly manifesting chair and gets to his feet. His rock circle is still there, and he steps back into it, feeling a bit silly, but also safer.

"Yeah, I think so." He sits down, cross-legged. "So, uh, welcome to my head, I guess." This dude seems to know exactly where he is. Is that strange? Maybe. Johnny doesn't feel threatened, not yet. "I'm Johnny."