[To be fair, perhaps his joke only really made sense when you knew the rest of the crap he had to deal with back home. It was his fault for wording it so ambiguously.

There was a raised eyebrow at comment, wondering just how often she was going to throw him for a loop.]

Pretty much. Not that there's really an other side here, but maybe that's kind of a good thing. They'd probably have one helluva headache dealing with all the rush revival jobs for everyone stuck in this place. But how in the hell did you die three--

[--oh. Right. The rock. That's part of the reason he dropped by here, wasn't it?

Digging into his jeans pocket, he fishes out said stone and sets it onto the table with a faint 'clink'. It's uneven and sort of jagged, as if it was blasted off of something else, and, most importantly-- it glows. It's not obnoxiously bright or anything, but it's enough to clue in that this hunk of stone is Not Normal.]

Rocks, more like it. These things were built into some weird pseudo-windows in this underground tunnel we were all stuck in.

[And now, he looks sheepish.]

I sorta, uh... broke one or two of them. It was for a good reason though! And definitely not because I was pissed off about anything.