Dan sits down at the table, half because he wants to watch Marcus, and half because he doubts he'll convince the other man to let him take over and ice his knee.

"You knew her from before you were here?" he asks, surprised even though he supposes it's entirely possible. "I didn't consider it, but I guess there's no reason there's certain number of people from one-- what are we calling them? Realities? Dimensions?" The rest of the story catch up and Dan laughs in spite of his sore throat. "And were you arrested? Does the Church pay bail on things like that, or do you submit receipts?"