It must be easier when it's not your first time, so to speak. When the place you're originally from (and he does quietly note her choice of words there) has already adapted you to the idea of the multiverse, of simply stepping away from one world and into the next.

Kaz had though that going from a country life to the city had been like coming to a new world. Had felt the difference when he'd visited places outside of Ketterdam. Yet none of that had prepared him. They are all beached, here, shipwrecked, and even though he'd made a choice tocome it still seems like it was no choice at all.

"Could have been worse," he echoes, curiously. Then glances around, at the fair; well, optimism's hardly his strong suit, but: "Yes, I suppose that's true. People seem to be having fun here." People. Who aren't him. Despite the abundance of prizes. Kaz doesn't look like he's ever had a day of fun in his life.