Oh. Well, if you don't mind, I'll call you Samandriel. I think it's a really beautiful name, actually. [ Ned says this without a trace of irony, and then ducks his head, a little embarrassed. Was that a weird thing to say? Should he apologize? Or would that make it even worse, like if he hadn't thought it was creepy before, now he would? He opts not to say anything ]

Ah- right. [ Ned and Dean aren't exactly on the best of terms, but he's not about to just come out and say that: even he isn't that awkward ] So I'm assuming you knew him. Otherwise how would you know it was the same world. [ The two hadn't arrived at the same time, but it's still interesting to know, when people come from the same versions of reality. So far, he's never met anyone here who he could really pin down as being from his own world. He doesn't know why, exactly. Some people arrived in groups, some in pairs, others - like himself - solo ]

I'm from a couple little towns you wouldn't have heard of. Coeur d' Coeurs, originally. I'm - was a piemaker. Had my own shop. We'd only just started up. [ Samandriel seems fairly young to him, so he asks ] You a student?