The words themselves, he understands. That isn't the problem. It's just that it doesn't make any sense. He's never heard of any Darrow, and that's even setting aside the rather staggering fact of 2021 being some 40 years in the future. S blinks, once, twice, and it's probably at least in part for how emotional he already was, his guard already lowered, that he can't hide how lost he looks. A lot to take in is, he thinks, putting it mildly. But then, the man — Martin — seems to know that, and as nonsensical a thought as it suddenly seems, S can't think of any reason why a stranger would lie about such a thing, and in such an absurd fashion. It sounds insane.

Somehow, the fact that it does makes it a little more plausible. Even if he had utterly lost his mind somehow, or even lost consciousness somehow, S doesn't think he could have imagined anything like being magically kidnapped into the future.

Just considering it that bluntly makes him feel all the more overwhelmed. He suspects it shows, the moment it hits him, but he can't just say nothing. Neither can he ignore what's been said. So, at least at first, he does the only thing that makes sense. He reaches out with his free right hand, the other still clutching the notebook, to shake the one that's been offered to him. "I'm Sihyun," he replies, still unable to hide his uncertainty. "I've never heard of anywhere called Darrow."