"Not that I can tell," he says, a little dryly, and it's clear enough from his tone that he isn't exactly assured. He's checked himself over as much as he could, and everything feels the same for the most part. Other than being disoriented and transported what might as well be halfway across the galaxy, one could expect a whole lot worse.

How long were they even out? What could they have possibly done in that stretch of time?

"Maybe they really don't know how we got here, but -- they did take us in. Why would they, unless we were of some use to them?"

He may have some trust issues.