The way the man completely glazes over his question even feels familiar, really. It's nagging at him, from somewhere in his head that's still full of smoke from the train car and haze from the mushrooms and confusion from the parasite. Some combination, or all three.

He has no idea. He doesn't care, either, at the moment. His chest is bruised up from the crash, and if he's very honest with himself, the shock does have him feeling uncharacteristically chilly.

"Kiitos,," he slurs, haphazardly tugging the thing around his shoulders. "'M okay, though. Loooooot colder where I come from. Just got.......knocked around........on th-the train."

He rubs at a little bruise on his chin, the parasite glistening amongst his bracelets.

"But seriously, you...do I...know you?"