[He bites his lower lip, trying not to laugh or smile, and simply shakes his head as he remembers what happened back there, and thinks of how to make up a description of a world that's not his own.]

They don't treat foreigners well. And wars are everywhere, it seems.

[He points at his neck.] They placed collars on us when we came, to keep our powers locked. ["Sealed", he would have said, but it would just have come out sounding like "seared".]

But I met people, and that helped.