He smiles faintly in acknowledgment of her understandably half-hearted answer, and repeats "OK" when she turns the question on him. It's not really true, but the truth is complicated and there's nothing she or anyone can do to fix it. Here, folding laundry with her and her brother, he's as okay as he can hope to be.

"My home," he signs, and hesitates a bit, not sure how to explain. "It's strange. I've seen a lot of weird things. Scary things."

His vocabulary is simple and childlike, but a lot of the signs he's learned are applicable to his own world, too. "This isn't so different," he adds a bit ruefully.

Marcus watches their conversation a bit surreptitiously, seeming curious. This all must be so strange for him, all these strangers from all kinds of different places.