God, his head was not in a state to understand any English right now. He picked up about half of it, but none of it was anything that would explain what he was doing here.

Speaking it though...he wasn't sure he could say much at all at the moment.

Fuck, Saitou was going to worry. And Misao was going to worry. And Alastiar might if he got wind of them worrying...

He contented himself with glaring up at the man, although not for long, because straining his eyes like that hurt his head more.