[Hope pulls out a chair and sits in it, leaning his elbows on the table and propping his chin in his hands. He watches Lightning rummage through her bag for a moment, and then lets out a relieved sigh when she extracts the shirt and shoves it on over. Even indoors, being bare-chested like this is chilly. And a little embarrassing.]

Thank you. [Quietly, as he pulls the shirt on, then props himself up same as before. It's somewhat baggy on him, with how much Lightning towers over him, but in a case like this—it's welcomed. The ends of the sleeves droop over his nearly-numb hands a bit, warming them.]

I know we're not on Pulse now. [He almost has to force the words out.] I... um... when I sent out that message, I thought it would reach everyone. And a lot of people from this place responded. Someone sent me reading material about it, too. Apparently we're in a place called Luceti. [He frowns then.]