The question snaps him out of it enough to straighten up, let out a slow sigh through his nose. Of course everything isn't okay. Nothing is remotely in the area of being okay.

His hands have been behind his back, starting to twitch -- but following the sigh he brings one of them out, makes a circling gesture in midair.

"And in your -- world." That little pause before world; he's not comfortable with the idea of there being different ones. "This sort of thing's commonplace, is it?"