Too right, too right. Everyone figures it out eventually.

[ Or they die, but there's no need to point that out, he figures they both are smart enough to know that. Not everyone survives being here or adapts in time for it. It's a shame but that's the world. No reason to pretend otherwise. He shrugs about being considerate but it is true. He's made himself a community here and he doesn't take it for granted. It's natural to want to look out for others in his point of view, but that's not a popular mindset. ]

Some thirty years or so. I was young at the time, probably around your age. I got started with the storm chasers early on, it was hard not to be fascinated about the world ever changing around. I wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere else, though there are some who get into chasing thinking it'll be a road back to where they come from.

[ There is no proof that it works. Felix knows of people who have disappeared chasing that very dream and maybe it means they got back after all, and maybe it means they're dead or out in the winds of the universe never to be seen again. No real way of knowing.]

People come and go here, don't be surprised if the population changes on you over time, as in flux as these here diffusion zones.