Hey, as far as he can tell, it's a weird pocket dimension, unlike anything he's ever experienced. Forgive him for not assuming how time and space work here!

But if people can age here, that means time might be — probably is? — passing normally without him back home, which he doesn't like.

The question of what he wants to accomplish, and Demitri's chillness with physical contact, do lift his spirits, though! Hooray, he has a new friend! Lalo is happy to maneuver the other man through the employees areas as they talk. Until he's rebuffed, anyway.

What is he trying to accomplish? Good question! Mostly, right now, he just needs information.

And well, high seems like the way to go, at least for now! He feels like he'll have no shortage of inroads with the dregs of the casino soon enough.

"Let's start small," he says. He reaches for another almond. "Who" — he tries to think of how to word this — "brings the people here? Us? The ones with debts?" He looks around. Is that a 'small' ask? TO Lalo, it is! "And say, have you got a general manager?" Most resorts do, right?

He pauses, and doesn't eat the almond yet. "Open!" He grins.