That's a lot to take in and process. So much, in fact, that's so wildly outside of Tyler's usual realms of conversation that he just blinks a couple times, expression frozen into something approaching concern. Watching the stand of greeting cards topple, eventually he inhales slowly through his nose, exhales just as slow from his mouth, and the discomfort that settles under his skin sinks a little deeper regardless.

There's more than a few keywords that put him on edge, not least any mention of religion or association to it has him on guard. The only saving grace - he'd smirk at the aptness of that particular phrasing if he didn't feel so taut with anxious energy - is that at least this stranger is referring to 'you lot' as though he might not be a religions kind of guy himself. Though he definitely seems to believe the whole rapture idea.

"So I got this right," he says, eyes flicking to the cards scattered across the ground and then back to the man draped against the counter, "you think this is the end of the world? Just so I'm clear..."