[Joey lets the joke land, offers a small, apologetic smile in place of an answer. There's no good way to say "you have to fight a godlike cosmic horror and nobody knows where to find her", so he doesn't.]

[Instead he just lets the question slip by unanswered while the guy -Clint- introduces himself. His name is short enough that for a moment Joey thought maybe he wouldn't have a sign for it, but Clint proves this assumption wrong just as soon as it occurs. C Archery. The name confirms what the ridiculously toned biceps imply; this guy knows his way around a bow.]

[Green Arrow, Eat your heart out.]

Joseph.

[He smiles slightly, content to poke fun at himself as he traces a hook in the air with his little finger, making the simple letter "J" for his own name sign. It's hardly creative, but it what it lacks in idiosyncrasy it makes up for in convenience - it's handy to have both his civilian and vigilante name start with the same letter.]

Boring, I know, but it gets the job done.

[Maybe one day he'll trust Clint enough to reveal the actual significance behind the sign, but for now he's just gonna have to leave him with the mistaken impression that he's not a creative person.]

[Joey takes a moment to look around, just to make sure there's no locals nearby who might look in on their conversation and take umbrage with their status as future-monsters. Once he's sure they're in the clear he looks back to Clint, his brow creasing slightly as his expression sobers.]

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

[For not being able to give Clint the answer he wants to hear, for his getting brought here in the first place, for everything that's going to happen to him later.]

I haven't found a way to get back home yet, but I'll let you know if I ever do.