[ He shakes his head. No weird compulsions yet, anyway, but it helps that he's gotten some distance away from the truth or dare crowd now, not close enough to hear any new prompts. ]

At least it's wasn't my chest, right?

[ That's supposed to be a joke, if Alan's wry, awkward tone didn't give it away, since his tiddies are certainly not pronounced enough under his sweater to make that as obvious as it could be otherwise. He looks at Mitch's hand, brows knitting slightly, but then exhales decisively and reaches to shake it. ]

It's nice to meet you. I'm Alan. I still don't know what I'm doing here. [ He takes his hand back abruptly, holding it stiffly at his side. ] What do you mean you're everywhere?