"It's 'ard to just get dropped into a whole new world and be expected to adapt, but—" he shrugs again, the corner of his mouth lifting, "I've been in worse places. Thankfully not for months at a time with little to no 'ope of ever getting out." Literal Hell, in other words.

"Yeah, that's right, mate. A spaceship called the Waverider, built by some wankers known as the Time Masters, and currently the base of operations for a bunch of not-so-super heroes who call themselves the Legends."

It occurs to John that he probably should have slept with Bob first and told him all this weird stuff second, as he's probably starting to eye the exits about now.