Now that he's... if not calmed down, then at least no longer quite panicking, and he's taking better stock of his surroundings, he can make out a few more details about Trunks. He's got the eyes of a man who's lived a hard life, and if his apparent age was to be believed, he'd been in the thick of it a lot earlier than Soma had. Dracula's memories notwithstanding, he definitely had the edge on Soma.

"I'm... I'm Soma. If we're thinking of the same person, yes, I met her on the platform. She said she was one of the inventory managers for Purple; at the time, I didn't think to ask how many there were, or even how big the team was. I was more concerned with figuring out if my abilities worked here." He lets out a short, mirthless bark of laughter that still has a bit of a raw edge to it. "Like that means anything whatsoever. I'd give 'em up in a heartbeat if it could somehow prevent... this."

He sighs, taking another deep breath. "Okay. I guess the first question I should ask is... do we have any kind of magic restoring potions or gear in stock? Back home I had a ring that basically enabled me to go on forever without worrying about it, but long before I got that I learned my natural limits... and they're nowhere near up to trying to save even part of a world, at least without doing things that I really don't want to do. I can replace anything I use afterwards," he adds, "but right now I don't have time to brew any potions."