Simon's hands cling to the back of Markus' shirt for the all-too-brief embrace, only letting go when they separate again. His hand comes to rest against the inside of Markus' elbow.

"I don't know what's going on, I was told that we were supposed to be here, but this seems just...so far beyond all that. It feels like, like someone uploaded some kind of masking software. This can't be real..." But it has to be. It feels real. It doesn't register whether he's been tampered with, outside of what had been outright mention as having been downgraded or removed temporarily. Something to make sure that he was on an even footing with all the other new arrivals, he'd been assured. "We were in front of the refugees taken from the disassembly camps but then...but then I don't remember what happened next."