"'Least I got a name." It's something. Sometimes those little things to help you feel just slightly in control of what's going on is what you need to stay sane.

It's the little things that can help keep a person from dissolving into a full on existential crisis. Especially when said crisis might result in being an icicle. It would be fairly tragic if he died his second day there.

"No, that'd be too much," He agrees. And while at the precise moment he didn't care that much about escape it might change in the future. Right now he was just trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "So what do you do when you're not lookin'?" Seriously he needs ideas.