Perhaps it was just his perception, but Mousse had seemed to phase out of attention for a moment there. How odd. Perhaps contemplating his period of isolation here was simply that distressing to him? The young man certainly didn't look as though he'd fared especially well, but he was still in better shape than a few Vlad had seen being wheeled around or covered in bandages. Come to think of it, Daniel had looked utterly unharmed, which could probably be credited to the boy's uncanny luck more than his skill, especially if their abilities were being disrupted somehow.

Vlad finished the bite he'd been working on as Mousse thought before answering. "Madison, Wisconsin. And where are you from, Mousse?" He prepared himself to hear something outlandish, but there was at least some chance Mousse genuinely was from Earth. He certainly looked like it; then again, everyone here did.