[ A few days, a few weeks... time is strange here. Those portals that keep popping people around the planet's face must have a temporal component, moving people in space and time. It's the only explanation he's come up with so far for why time is passing at a different rate for him than everyone else.

That, or he's just finally gone nuts. Hopefully it's the portals! ]

I'm sorry about the lunacy! [ He'd like to argue that it's not all his fault -- this isn't even his world, apparently! -- but there's still the occasion shout or gunshot coming from Octovern after he riled everyone up, so that argument doesn't exactly hold sand. ] And I'm glad to hear you've got somewhere to go!

[ The people who picked him up. Could he mean Luida? Or is he living with a couple humans? He'll ask in a bit, he decides, fishing another donut out of the box. ]

I haven't had a whole lot of luck with pseudonyms myself, but you could adopt one? Otherwise, I bet if you just avoid wearing red and doing your hair up, you'll probably be fine? [ Probably? ] Nobody's looking for someone your age anyway!

[ He heard that question about Knives, and he's going to answer it. Just, you know... one thing at a time, right? ]

At least, they weren't. [ But having multiple Vashes the Stampede show up in town might change that, huh. Crap. ] But now that there's a lot of us, maybe you should go by a different name? Just to be safe?