He stares from Daneel's hand to his face, then shoves his own hands back in his pocket, indicating that he has no interest in holding hands. That's for children, he thinks dismissively, and he's not a child, except that he is.

It's perplexing, and for a moment he's quiet, trying to work out the answers to the questions posed to him. Finally, the answer comes unbidden to him, although he hasn't previously thought of it, hadn't consciously even noticed the sound of the crying child in the background. It had been expected noise, the kind of thing that one learns to tune out.

"You're in the woods near Grodno," he says, somehow knowing where they are despite feeling utterly lost. He doesn't know whether the information will mean anything to the seemingly kind stranger. "My brother's crying." He doesn't know how he knows, but he does.