[It's a relief that Narancia listens, but not a surprise. It also really shouldn't be a surprise that as soon as they get to a more isolated spot, more questions happen. Like, immediately. Without Giorno even having the chance to answer the initial questions.]

[He blinks, one hand coming up to cover his ear instinctively. It's a stupid tell, incredibly self-conscious, but he genuinely can't help it. His ears look weird now, and people here are very tactful about it, for whatever stupid reason. Narancia is not tactful.]

I'm . . . going to start from the other questions, if that's all right. And then answer these.

[Okay. He exhales quietly and starts at the beginning, counting on his fingers.]

"Where's here?" There are two parts to this. We're in a dream right now, but the dream is most likely a vision of some part of the past of the world I am currently in. You're dreaming from our world, I think. Sometimes people who have this dream come through to the world that I'm in, sometimes they don't.

"Where are the others?" The only person here with me on my side is Fugo. I haven't seen him in the dream yet, though. The others haven't come through.

"Do I know what's going on?" For the most part, yes. As much as anyone's been able to figure out. [A faint smile, kind of toothy.] I hope that's obvious by now? It isn't Stand-related, I can promise you that to start with.

[And . . . he switches to counting on his other hand, absently. Taps his forefinger and thumb together.]

. . . You've seen all of the people here who don't look like people, right?