[ 'Miss Zam.' That's cute. Zam wrinkles her nose, unsure whether to be charmed or suspicious. ]

Not Earth. Which seems to make me the minority here—by a long-shot, too. The sun sets in the west on this planet, so keep track of its movement over the next hour or two, and that should set you in the right general direction.

[ A smile tugs at her lips when Maddy says she only knows how to look out for herself. Sounds familiar. ]

Trust me, I'm the same way most of the time. But desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Whatever's going on here will be easier to survive together.

[ Particularly in Zam's case as she learns to navigate her new disability—which only means she has all the more reason to try and promote Senku and the others' brand of indiscriminate goodwill rather than anything approaching competition. ]

None of us know how we got here. One second, we're living our lives wherever we were before, and the next, we're waking up on this island. Some of us aren't even the same species as we were before. Suffice to say, it's a royally karked up situation and not one that's liable to have an easy-to-understand explanation.

Try to focus on survival for now. Unraveling cosmic mysteries can come later.