[All of this is wrong. He's never been to any country by that name, nor is he sure a country by that name should even exist -- he goes over the world map in his head and comes up blank.
None of this makes sense and he hates it.
And hates that he hates it, because he shouldn't feel anything at all.]
... I don't remember. [Just admitting that much is probably wrong, but the words are out of his mouth before he can help it.
He clenches his fists, bites his lip to keep his mouth shut. Do not engage. Except there's one thing human contact might be able to figure out for him, something that's been puzzling him ever since he woke up here.]
My guns. Weapons. Where are they? [It's a long shot, and he shouldn't talk about things like weapons with civilians-- except this man isn't a civilian, and he's already going out of his way to explain things to him; if he thinks they should know each other, maybe he'll give him this answer, too, without asking too much.
If worst comes to worst, he is armed -- he can dispose of the man easily enough.