He gives a shrug, and strums a chord on the guitar to distract himself, or possibly to regain a sense of normality. He's feeling rough, with aches and pains he can't really explain, and a sense of disjointed time he can't quite ignore. Not having answers bothers him, far more than he wants to show.

"Not really. Woke up in the alley, so that didn't seem so strange, but... that was just the other day. In between there's nothing. I'm all right. Just feel like I'm getting over the flu or something. Like I've just woken up from a fever-dream." He gives a frustrated sigh.