"Do I have any questions?" he asked, looking up at her with a look on his face that screamed he was being sarcastic. "A lot of them" he added, looking away from her, lining up each thought, trying to figure out which question he should ask first. He had a lot on his mind. A lot of guilt, a lot of hurt. A lot of anger. He was at the end of his tether and carrying on didn't seem like much of an option, even though a part of him wanted to fight it and get back home. The rest of him was about ready to crumble.
His expression grew more serious as he turned his gaze back to her. "Okay, let's see" he started off thoughtfully. "How many other people here know me? How do you know me? Where are we? How did I get here? How can I get back? And what's with all the fur?"