[Right. Sitrep. It's an easy instinct, and, thank god, achingly familiar.]

There's a little less than a hundred of us, and we all ended up at this archipelago. From what I hear, people come and go, and different islands come and go. There's no reliable way off that anyone can find and the basic tech level is pretty abysmal, so almost everyone is just working to survive.

[...and then context. The worrisome part of it.]

People come from different...universes, I think you could say.