[see, that he expected. he sighs, weighty, and tries to imagine summing up the entire "Drift Fleet" experience in a way that doesn't make him seem detrimentally insane or inconsequential. he needs value, even if it's a debt.

whatever Steve thinks of the explanation, it's given to him evenly and straightforward enough that it's either a masterful recitation... or it's the honest truth.]

I know you because you and I were both dragged from our respective lives and into something called the Drift Fleet up in... space. [he rolls his eyes. Gods in their Kingdoms, it does sound stupid out loud.] Unwilling participants from different worlds got gathered up and flown around for the entertainment of some nebulous audience somewhere. I knew you as my pilot--or, at least, some iteration of you. Time, reality, it was all kind of...

[he wobbles his hand. you know. multiple universe bullshit.]