Copia would also be in a hangry mood to rival all hanger if he hadn't only recently arrived. As in last night. Meanwhile, he is trying to take in all the new information and surroundings as quickly as possible, partially due to insatiable curiosity but also because, you know - survival. Probably the most practical inclination he has had since arriving, because otherwise he is mouring the lack of instantly accessible music (modern, at that) and his peasant-like lack of utterly fabulous wardrobe.

Also that he has to figure out how to make money as soon as possible. What is that about?

His ears perk and gaze drifts to the voice speaking to him. Hello, tall, dark, and handsome. He rests his head on a hand and contemplates the answer to the second part of what the stranger says. "Well. As a matter of fact, technically, yes. Considering we all had to die to get here."

He will be vague otherwise, for now. Sort of weird having someone not that much older than him, by appearance, refer to him as 'son', especially since he has been a priest for decades and got used to variations of 'father'. "Is that a problem?"

It is toned as, if anything, flippantly inquisitive, and not at all defensive.