[The reaction is more measured gaping. Camille has a decent pokerface sometimes. This place has knocked the credential clear off her resume. Her eyes flick to the cut, to his downcast eyes.]

Christ, I...months? You were really gone for months?

[Completely Rip van Winkled. Holy hell.]

Well it sure doesn't sound like summer vacation. I don't know how you're still sitting here if it was...god. Like an army of us? All dead, all fighting you?

[What for? What possible purpose would it serve?]