[ Will can handle being frowned at like he's acting suspicious. He's used to fielding similar looks from coworkers, nevermind strangers. He still frowns at it in turn, but being answered - with another strange story, no less - is enough of a distraction. He nods, looking from the other to checking out the rest of the room.

It still looks like a boring line of office cubicles, drifted in snow that's halfway up Will's shins in the shallow portions. Radios still litter-- everywhere. ] Makes sense. If this place took us from our realities, why can't it sample sounds from there, too?

[ He scoffs. There's not a lot of real humor in his brief smile. ] Not that makes sense describes much, here. [ He thinks of something Robbie had asked him, right before explaining that weird things like the shadow monsters existed in his world, even though they didn't exist in Will's own.

Will looks back at Logan, abruptly attentive and earnest. ] Have you ever seen-- something like this?