He folds this arms, still deep in thought. This... this is just irregular. To have this many questions, for there to be so many places where things don't fit. "Does any of this seem... off, to you? Better question-- do you know where we are? Could you find out?"

He needs data, something more concrete, and now that he's looking he can't find it anywhere. "Perhaps it's more than coincidence that we don't know each other."