After patting himself down and being thoroughly discomforted by his manner of arrival, the logic-defying banner and the shadows flitting just outside his range of vision, Stein decides the better part of valor is to head inside and gather information. He takes an information packet, immediately rejects the idea of sitting in the middle of the room (no matter how comfortable the furniture looks), and after a short inner debate finds a bit of open wall space to lean against.

He digs a cigarette out of his lab coat and puts it in his mouth right away, but doesn't bother to light it until he's read the welcome letter. Smoke trails from the end of his cigarette as he carefully examines the information provided in the packet, occasionally raising his free hand to give the screw embedded in his skull a turn or two. It creaks ominously when he does so.

Caught up in trying to determine if he's experiencing a particularly vivid hallucination (the shadows flitting around in his peripheral vision and the surreal atmosphere aren't exactly helping him discount that theory) or if he's really been transported to some far away world, the thought that his smoking, or the strange noises he's making with his screw, could be bothering someone doesn't even cross his mind. After all, he doesn't look that strange, right?