Some... all right, quite a lot of what the stranger says, goes right over Zacks' head. He doesn't dismiss it all though. Something sharp and bright in his eyes tells most people he's not a halfwit. He'll just attempt to remember the words and then badger Dean about what they mean later. Or perhaps Esther. She knows about talking and reading and such.

As for Iago's elegant turn of phrase, one can only hope he doesn't feel the grammar being sucked out of him as Zack speaks.

“Mostly I miss not feeling things so much. And not being hungry. But I love the Nights. Dark, but the desert sort of glows. There's great hulks of ancient cities half-buried, but still towering.. haunting. Beautiful.”

He picks up the glass and sniffs the wine before tasting it. Its strong sharp taste is something he's not used to, at all, and it's a minor miracle he doesn't spit it out there and then. But when one is from an apocalyptic hell, the scarcity of food and water means you never waste it just because it's a little challenging.

“Gaia's arse, what is this stuff?”