"I suppose I might," Corvo replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. Not a particularly emotive person by nature, it was nevertheless hard not to be amused. Maybe it was because Iskandar was simply so much, as outgoing as Corvo was taciturn, that it was hard not to have some of that effect him in turn. "I won't make any claims to skill until I know where I compare with those of this world."

He certainly had to admire Iskandar's cheerful attitude about all of this. Corvo's no stranger to his world being upended, but this time he can't help but feel like he's floundering. There's always been a path, however difficult, even impossible-sounding. Go here, kill this person, kidnap that one, save Emily, a set list that if accomplished, can return his life to some normalcy. There's no path, here. No one knows how to get home.

"It could be worse," He agrees, because if he knows anything, it's that it could always be worse. "I wouldn't mind as much, but--" And he hesitates, because he hasn't said much about this to anyone who didn't already know. "--It's not me that I'm worried about. I have...family, back home." He rubs his shoulder, frowning down at the ground. "Family I'm supposed to be protecting. Who will protect her, if I'm not there?"