"'Rift-people'," he echoes. "So like...other people with fucked up radioactive hands? Great. Look, just...uhhhh I have had a rough day so far, and it's kinda only getting rougher. So um...so if maybe I could, y'know, get dry at this camp, that might be a good start."

It strikes him that maybe he shouldn't seem completely ungrateful to the person-thing that just saved him. "Thanks," Church mumbles, hunching his shoulders in. This fucking sucks.