Iggy's head lifts, and he immediately turns his manic blue gaze to the person whose just entered. Pushing his glasses back up his snout, he turns fully to face Sunday, eyeing him for a moment. He seems less ghost like than the person he'd been chasing, so, that's something.

"There was a guy who came this way," he says with a shrug. "Me? Yep, couldn't be better. I actually feel pretty at home surrounded by all these plants." He casually gestures to the fauna surrounding them. "They seem less dangerous than the ones at home, which is pretty... disappointing." His shoulders shrug again, and then he tilts his head. "What about you? Been here longer than me, I'd imagine. What do you make of all this?"