"Seems like most of you are from Earth. I hadn't heard of it before today," he answers as he hefts a few of the chairs. His hands are large enough to grip several at once, but the hallway isn't big enough to accommodate him and armfuls of chairs, so he ends up only moving two at a time as well. Oh well, one more trip after this, then.

"Our world doesn't have a name. It's the only one we have, so it's just 'the world' to us. But I'm from North Blue, there. An ocean." The same lie he's had to give several times over, now, both here and at home. Easy enough, though he's getting the feeling it matters less here. Nobody he's met yet has even heard of his world.