[ Ah, so just the bare minimum, then. Guess that leaves her with the fun job. Hopefully his career will have prepared him for accepting the unusual and rolling with whatever the universe decides to throw at him.

Taking a deep breath, she nods her understanding and folds her hands behind her back. This is the strangest briefing she's ever given, but it's far from the hardest. She keeps her voice low, not wanting to be overheard by anyone who isn't ready for the situation they've been thrust into. Causing a panic will only do more harm than good, after all. ]

Of the people in this room, the only one native to this area is the old man, Methuselah. Everyone else has been brought here in the same fashion as we were, seemingly without explanation or reason, from across different points in time and even different timelines and realities. And as far as anyone yet knows, there is no safe way to leave this place, though there have been multiple deaths and disappearances since the first group arrived.

[ There's little show of emotion as she speaks, a lifetime of keeping it all under the surface serving her well. Of course, that's not to say she isn't feeling anything. Deep down, there's a thread of panic twisting up inside her, but she has to be strong for these people. For James. ]