Rygdea looked around at the voice, blinking at the silver-haired stranger for a moment, an answer on his tongue before he realised that the comment hadn't been directed at him at all. He turned again, found another complete stranger, and frowned faintly in utter confusion. He'd been heading out to buy a couple of bottles of bourbon for his and Fang's little reunion, but...he wasn't where he had been five minutes ago, and for the second time in as many months. It was...preturbing.

"...Could say that," he finally replied, faintly, even though it wasn't his question to answer. "Uh, were are we?"