"Hmph. You really aren't from around here, are ya?" A small, static-filled chuckle follows Chalk's inquiry as he lets go of Duncan's hand. "Well, you appear to be a clever guy. I said we're mercs, right? So, let's make some educated guesses. Deliverance Company? Probably a merc outfit, right, Mr. Time Traveler?" Chalk leans up against the wall across from the driver's seat, crossing his arms. "Now then. Let's get to that part. You show up, from, what, the closet? Spoutin' nonsense about this being your RV or something? Care to spread a little light on the situation?" The jovial attitude is gone from his voice at this point.