"You'd be surprised at what some are capable of." And yet, perhaps not. They seem to have quite a bit of experience of their own under their belt. And he himself had little knowledge of that self-annihilator's age. "Still. It's a shame to have new passengers start off with such a terrible experience. When I arrived, the worst we had to deal with was the rocking."

He doesn't mention the plant animals that appeared immediately afterwards. Or the hallucinations.

Sunday smiles himself, thinking that perhaps the next time he's lost in a crowd, he might try to find them and their guidance. He probably won't have to search for long, so long as the crowd isn't too tall.

"That's a relief. This place isn't usually so dour." Haunted, perhaps, but teeming with life left to live. "There are many other decks and floors, but none so strange as this. There are more than enough rooms for anyone else who might have arrived, as well. It was created with passengers in mind, at the very least. Though... I don't believe this deck is fit to house anyone."

Though he hopes that no one here has a permanent stay-- they all have lives and loved ones to return to. He's unsure about himself, anymore. If he were to be honest... he thinks that perhaps Robin is better off with him here, making her life much less complicated.