That doesn't really help answer the question of how he got here when last he thought he was in China, or where this place is--if it even exists--but he's too overwhelmed to deal with it at the moment. The noise and the light are making him uncomfortable, and inside he wants to get away from everything as fast as he can, as it feels like there's too much coming at him at once.

Looking down, he's reminded of how he has to look, and how much attention his appearance is likely to draw. He doesn't want anyone looking at him; it's been a long time since any of the guards seemed to look at him and actually see him, and the thought of people doing that now is intensely uncomfortable. "Can..." He swallows again, though his mouth is pretty dry, and it hurts to talk. "Is there somewhere I can clean up?" he asks, not looking up at her.