[Damn, it's almost like Ishmael's seen a ghost. But it sounds like with the time discrepancy going on, it really must have been a while since she last saw any of the other sinners...

He sits up and shuffles to the edge of the bed, opening his mouth to answer...but instead chokes a little.]

N-No. But I've been talking to people. There's more people like me here than I would've ever imagined.

[He glances down at his bug arm as he says it.]

It's a lot to take in.