[ If only Regis understood how chaotic the company Fizz keeps on the regular is. No one's crashed through a wall or shotgun-blasted through the one door leading down into the crypt where they're sitting, so it's progress.

He notes the curious expanding and contracting of the demon(?)'s extremities. Curiouser and curiouser. ]

Please, call me Regis. [ A tip of his head to the side, crow-like. Maybe Regis invokes some of the avian poise that Stolas has, with none of the horniness; he maintains the polite distance between them, but keeps his body angled towards Fizzarolli. Quietly attentive－

－and considering how best to level with this newcomer. How much of his cards should be played, and if they should be played at all. ]

From what you're saying, it seems you're not from this world at all. Not a difficult concept to grasp, as there are many precedents in our society that corroborate the possibility of "crossing over". [ His own kind included. ] But, ah.

Quite a predicament, if none of this was under your control. [ Sincerely: ] This does leave you quite buggered, doesn't it.