[ Unexpectedly, a laugh escapes him. Or something more like the suggestion of one when it's basically an exhale with a vague air of amusement, but being (correctly) called out is enough for Sunday to abandon his task with the suitcase's contents. He can appreciate the directness for what it is and the request for it in return. ]

I suppose there is no hiding as much, is there.

[ No question this time in the words or the intonation; merely a statement as a placeholder to organize his thoughts. Of which he has many since there's any number of things he'd like to ask, but Sunday selects a place to start as he raises his gaze to Emet-Selch. ]

I know how such a thing came to pass at my home when it comes to one reality replacing another, [ for he'll admit to this while holding back the rest a bit longer, ] but I had not heard of it happening anywhere else. Nor did I expect to meet someone who has experience with it, should you care to tell me what your experience is.