Lone had never had reason to question his own mind. He was a very assembled, sensible person, and his dual lives made perfect sense to him. The wolf operated on instinct, the human on reason, and Lone would just choose which he needed at the time. This particular moment, the human had absolutely no idea how he ended up in a foreign room smelling of foreign clothes and foreign humans.
More than that, there was a foreign wolf in his head that was just as confused as he was. Lone and the other wolf, a male alpha of a certain class, had a brief and entirely silent mental struggle for dominance until they grudgingly decided that since Lone could move his limbs, he was the dominant one. Akela fell largely silent to watch and learn, and Lone turned his attention to the room.
There was another man who he recognized immediately as someone who had left traces inside the building (he had turned his nose into a wolf's to snuffle the air, startling a man too well gone in drink to articulate his surprise). "You are strange here?" Lone asked, politely as possible.