[ Hank sighs, frowning. That's about what he'd expected, in terms of a lack of cohesive information, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. He chews on his lower lip, mind spinning to process all the information he's been given. ]

We're obviously somewhere incomprehensibly far from Earth. So whoever-- or whatever-- took us had to have sufficiently advanced technology to cross lightyears-- possibly accounting for the time discrepancies, if we were traveling at speeds faster than light. The fact that they haven't shown themselves is worrying, though.

[ He's rambling, he knows. He's kind of hoping Erik will stop him eventually. ]