Rochester listened attentively to the answer, although an impatient sort of a frown crossed his face when the man (boy?) started stuttering at him. Before his own disabling, he probably would have hissed at him to spit it out, tried to hurry him along, but he had rather a fresh perspective. It would be as helpful as someone suggesting that he just looked harder. So, despite the slight irritation in his expression, he waited through the stuttered consonants until the stranger seemed to finished.
“Bill. Hello, Bill,” he replied. There was a sort of relief that he wasn’t alone, but this Bill had the strangest accent and he did sound very young. No matter, that was all entirely irrelevant to the current predicament. “Can you tell me where I am, Bill?”