"Fenixarizona?"

"Yeah!"

...gesture that might mean "talk about that more please".

Shrug.  "I lived there until today.  I was just leaving the airport when there was some sort of - giant snake monster, with a mirror for a face, and it sent me to about where you found me.  ...That's why I have the duffle bag; it has half of pretty much all my stuff in it."

When he says 'giant snake monster with a mirror for a face' she gets up and pulls out one of her books and starts flipping through it. When he says 'duffle bag' she points at it with a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah, that.  It's mostly clothes, and a few books."

"Mm-hm." Flip flip flip. The book looks handwritten, with hand-drawn pictures, all in black and white.

Wow.

He doesn't actually feel like talking much right now.  He might still do it without active encouragement, but he's definitely not going to interrupt her from another activity twice.

She gets to a page in the book. The pictures show a variety of weird snakes, but none of them have mirrors for faces. "Hm?"

"No."  He points to one of the pictures.  "It was about that size, though."

"Huh." She flips through the rest of the book and then puts it back, shrugging. Pulls another one with maps in it. "Fenixarizona?" she asks, holding it out.

"....No."  He clears his throat.  "It's not on here."

...flip flip flip flip?

To what?  (Is it rude of him to be looking - no, probably it's fine.)

There are vaguer outlines of other continents in here.

That one if you squint looks kind of vaguely like - but, "No."

She sighs. She points out a spot on the continents she tried first and indicates the room around them. "Noctimar."

"Noctimar," he nods.  "Phoenix is in Arizona, in the United States.  Which is on Earth."

Her atlas has a picture of Golarion from space. She taps it. "Golarion."

"Okay.  We're in Noctimar, on Golarion."  This is again less alarming than previous things that have happened recently but feels more so.  For some reason.

Nod nod. Sigh. Atlas goes away.

This information is not really helping detract from all of the ways in which he already feels kind of bad.  "...Do you have something I can use to wash - this - off?"

"Mm -" She casts a spell again and starts focusing on his octopus goo and blood situation. It disappears as she focuses on each icky spot.

...Wow.

"Thanks.  And, um - so, you have superpowers?"

"Mm-hm."