Walking into the afterlife when you're twelve tends to leave one with an ability to roll with the punches as far as strange things happen. Even if it involves technology and interdimensional kidnapping.

"I can't tell you either. This station... takes people when they make a bargain to recover the orbs, but the offer only comes when when we're asleep, or... otherwise unconscious. And then we wake up here."

Sabriel's not sure of the details, just that it happens. At the face he makes, she nudges the packets of sugar.

"Coffee doesn't taste good, but sugar makes it taste better."

She's getting off topic, she knows, but-

"Still, you're alive now- and like everyone else on this station, I'm going to make sure you stay that way. Do you have any other injuries?"