[A normal person would probably be at least a little offended at the blatant staring this guy is doing at most of Demeisen’s body. Had he actually been misshapen due to some circumstance beyond his control, it would be annoying at the very least. Subtlety does not appear to be one of this man’s better traits.

Demeisen doesn’t give a fuck, though. His current body isn’t actually misshapen, but even if it was, he’s worn shapes with intentional deformities just to provoke the kind of gawking this guy is doing (albeit more of the scandalized variety, given what is definitely tacky behaviour on his part). Amos can stare all he likes; it makes no difference to him.]

Demeisen, [he says, since he assumes this guy will want his name at some point, once he finishes puzzling over the alien body in front of him.] And, most recently, I experienced the sudden obliteration of quite possibly the entire planet I was on, if not more. Then I woke up here. But that’s not what you were asking, is it?

[Being cut off from any way at all to gain context for this situation is a novel and strongly unpleasant experience for Demeisen, but it’s still clear enough that despite the unexpected nature of his arrival, Amos has been taking that at least in stride rather easily. This isn’t his first rodeo.]

Tell you what. You fill me in on what kind of place I’ve found myself in, and I’ll tell you whatever trivia you like.