"Well what's supposed to happen, hasn't." Kieren's careful in saying that first. It's all well and good having this guy help him and form this... whatever this is, alliance? But the last thing Kieren needs is to put a target on himself again, with anyone.

"I'm supposed to have every day. If I don't, then I— I turn back into... a more basic state. I wouldn't even be talking to you." There's a difference. No coherent thought, no thoughts at all. No recognition. No speech. No Kieren. "But I came here and... I don't even think the medicine exists in this place and— I'm somehow still me."

Not entirely unheard of, really. People have been changed by this place, somehow. Bigby's supposed to be able to become the literal big bad wolf, but he can't. Apparently there's people here with medical conditions that should have croaked ages ago and haven't. It's weird. Kieren doesn't like it, and he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. That he might just turn rabid after all.

"Well, I guess that makes sense and uh—" Wow, is he serious? Kieren blinks. He doesn't know what a Capri-Sun is...? "Like a pouch of fruit juice. You poke it with a straw to drink it."

He mimes holding something in one hand and then stabbing it with something in his other hand. He instantly cringes. What is his life right now.