Shaun's grin only brightens at being called a dumbass. At this point in time he may as well put that on his business cards. Not that he has business cards, but, in some hypothetical world where he'd have business cards, that'd definitely go on them.

"Better?" he echoes, eyebrows lifting, half amused. "I mean yeah. I am. A lot better. George is here. She's--" And realization hits him mid-sentence, not quite like a truck so much as a wave, cold and stinging and making it hard for him to find the breath for his words for a second. Right. George is from the better part of half a year in what he thinks of as the past. Who knows the when that Becks is from.

"What's the last thing you remember, before winding up here? This place kind of fucks with time somehow, as if it weren't already weird enough without that."