[So... not as new as Altius initially assumed, then. Here long enough to accept some manner of the situation as 'normal'? That means long enough to get something useful out of this... person. One hopes.]

What I arrived in was less than pristine. The costumes are free.

[Speaking of less than pristine—the edge of a splatter of blood, barely visible, still remains on the side of his neck where he hasn't had the chance to look.]

Given the option, I'd rather not have a breakdown. [The power of suppression! And hey, regarding things he's trying not to have a breakdown over:] Was it the result of something "worse" here, that you're not quite touching the ground?