"No kidding." He smirked, chuckling. "Glad i can get away from her so easily. Anyway, what have you been up to, oh, sir lord magic-man?" His chuckle grew into a laugh at that.
He took one look at the situation and decided to retreat, and he did just that, teleporting back out of sight. He had better things to do than to try and console a seemingly deranged woman.
He eyed Sam for a moment. One person was weird, but two people who seemingly have been living under a rock and don't know even the most basic things? His theory didn't have an answer for that, not yet. Regardless, he decided to keep quiet, to let the Hollander speak.
"Unless the Pine Barrens moved to Boston, No." He replied, shrugging. "Which means you've moved quite far, or i'm thinking more likely, we were portaled here, or something." He shrugged. "We could be on the dark side of the moon for all i'm sure of." He paid no attention to the Hollander.
He looked Sam up and down, trying to get a feel for the danger he might pose, then gave up, as a hundred possibilities sprung to mind that didn't change no matter what shape he was in. "Yup, and as you seem to have stumbled your way in here, so did I." He didn't give any more, "So, the jersey devil, you say?"
"Quite." Blink mused from behind Sam. He'd decided halfway back to stop being a coward, and when he noticed Sam had left, it wasn't that hard to find him again. "I would be insulted that you might think that I'm not real, but considering that one of us is 'magical' and the butler has clones... I'm not even sure anymore if i'm real."
He eyed Sam as he spoke, watching, waiting for an attack. "So, what's your story?"
Blink didn't check his room, not yet. He instead walked around the mansion, getting a feel for the layout, the rooms. When he came to the door again, and saw that there were two newcomers, he quickly turned back around and headed off the direction he came. He wasn't all too keen on another fight.
"Running from the authorities." He brought a hand to the stolen object in his pocket. "Someone froze me in time just after i escaped them, when i came too again, several hours had passed, the sun was down, the PRT gone." He shrugged. "This mansion was the only thing in sight from there, aside for trees and bushes. I assumed somebody was luring me here, so that they could exploit my particular power, i'd bet. That's just the running theory, though." He caught the key as it came back down.
"Book nerds?" He chuckled, "No, just got some common sense. And keys? You mean like this?" He asked, sheathing the blade, shoving his hand in a pocket, retrieving the key from it. He flicked it in the air.
"Just because none of the tinkers have figured it out doesn't mean it automatically defaults to being magic." He rolled his eyes. "The mansion, i'd imagine, is here because someone's testing us?" He then shrugged, "With things like the Slaughterhouse Nine, and the Simurgh, who knows?"