[Enoch might be more weirded out by it if, one, his whole life wasn't made of weird, and two, he wasn't about to die again and wasn't scared of that. There wouldn't be his trusted friend greeting him when he woke like the times back home when he had nearly died (or had he actually died, now that this place had put that option on the table?), but cold metal and more loneliness.]

I'm sorry, it never occurred to me to ask...

[Well, for help getting around. His companions were disembodied voices and words that were actually far away, for the most part. It was kind of like his mission, in that regard. It made it all too easy to fall back into the mentality that there were people he could talk to, but not ask to interfere.

That was one of the reasons he gave up so quickly after instinctively pleading for help.]