He nodded appreciatively when she repeated the name correctly. Most seemed to either give up completely or use his first name. Not that he minded much. He set his lunch aside, folding his hands in his lap as he listened. From the sound of it, Skye had been a patient for a while. Long enough to make friends or acquaintances that were now missed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. When did you see them last?" he asked, a cold knot forming low in his stomach. People didn't disappear here, no. Much worse than that. The memory of his first night and the man torn to pieces by some sort of monster or beast was still vivid.