[He keeps his eyes open, head on a swivel in spite of the injuries and disorientation. Because even if he's remembering a lot from before, he doesn't know what's going on right now, and nobody in fact seems to at all. If he can find someone else, or figure out what made the train go careening like it did, or--ugh. He hates the not knowing. Not knowing why he's at some college campus or what state- or country!- he's in.

He seems to snap to attention suddenly. Remembering clearly.] My hearing aid, shit, that's why I can't hear a damn thing! [more or less] Must've come out in the crash. Fuck. [He'll have to see if he can't find it later in the wreckage. Maybe it'll be in his backpack, or in his room, or someone will use the tech here to make him a shiny new one, shh, those are decisions for later. In lieu of bringing a hand to his face, to smack or scrub, he presses his face into Steve's shoulder with a frustrated groan.

Okay. Okay. He's done this before. He'll manage.] Day just keeps getting better.