Sorry, no, Wrench starts to revise. He hadn't meant to make Chell repeat herself, but he's not used to the need to ask after more information than that. Truth be told, he's not used to much conversation, full stop. But it's still sinking in that place is only one of the things he can't assume about the new residents here. Time, too, seems all out of whack. He's about to clarify, to try to find a way of asking what kind of world in what year her Michigan existed, but the mention of a lab stops him and redirects his thoughts.

You a scientist?