Ephrim was staring up at the stars, content to let this stranger talk away without much consequence, so when he asks another question, Ephrim drops his chin, taken slightly aback. Two questions about his circumstances. It's so frankly asked that there's really not much to discern from his intentions, but he does wonder if this is just... so-called polite interest. Weird.

"Two weeks ago, on the ferry." It's somewhat comforting to know that he doesn't have to explain that he arrived shortly after his death. Nothing to talk about, there. "And you? Have you been here long?"