An answer for an answer.

[ Sorry, Connor. Mitsuru is already fast reaching the conclusion that he doesn't seem to be quite cognizant of his surroundings. Intoxication?

... No, his stance is too alert. She can't see his expression beneath the hood, but his words aren't slurred.

Interesting. ]

Your name, please. To tell you where this is, you'll also need to tell me where you were planning to be instead.