"This is- well." Neville shook his head again, feeling like that was all he'd been doing lately. "Do you know if anyone can get word out, or- I guess you can't, because of your hypercom thing, but what of the rest of us?" He nodded and gave the waitress a terse smile as she brought back two drinks.
"If you don't mind guiding me to the Center so I can get acclimated- I'll see what I can do before I ask you to put me up- maybe I'll get lucky. You've been such a help already." He raised his glass. "Well, cheers. To being foreign."