[ Aoba’s eyebrows quirk a bit at that smile, but where a normal person might be a little on the back foot about someone grinning at something that absolutely is not funny, Aoba merely finds himself kind of confused, like there’s a punchline and a joke going on somewhere in the midst of all of this and he’s missing both of them. ]

Uh- yeah, I guess so? I thought I’d just fallen asleep at work again, but when I woke up I was here. The info sheets at the station tell me that’s normal?

[ He makes this expression and gesture combination that seems to say ’What part of that is normal?’ but regardless, he does feel a little better to be talking to someone. Even if that someone is the world's sluttiest dad, if his shirt is anything to go by. Aoba catches himself reading it quite a few more times than is necessary before focusing resolutely on the stranger’s face instead. ]

But thanks. I’m Aoba. Do, uh— do new people arrive here often, then?