Yuusei snorts but otherwise says nothing in the way of snarking back. He about expected that kind of attitude, though he doesn't find himself particularly bothered by it. It reminds him of Jack in a way.

His eyes shift to the pile as well, taking a moment to identify some objects for curiosity's sake. He feels like he recognises some of them, but he can't place it immediately. He never got to know too many folks, but several of those he did...

He nods. "...yeah." It's impossible to tell what all of their fates were. He hopes the majority were simply whisked back home. "I'm sure... they're at least happy, those who couldn't be here."