[Alastor patiently waits for Ochako to finish having her little internal breakdown. It's clear on her face -- the paling skin, the distant eyes, the tense body language. He is polite enough not to watch her closely, though. Instead he busies himself with a bit of something stuck to his umbrella.

Once she speaks again, he waves dismissively and turns his attention back to her] Oh, not to worry. It was a long time ago, it doesn't bother me. As for being trapped... well, I didn't die here, if that's what you're asking. I don't even know where "here" is! Ho ho!