"Sinthia it is," he says, smiling lopsidedly. The idea that maybe they're sending a kid around to disarm him has crossed his mind -- he doesn't know where he is, or who's behind this, and these are two things he wants immediate answers to -- but his primary objective is to keep her calm anyway. "Good. Me too."

It's all information he's filing away, forming his opinions and battle plan even as he rests his elbows on his knees and grins at her. "I'd like to find someone to talk to. Is that OK by you?"