Well, now that she mentioned it, yes. He did have a lot more questions than the ones he'd been struggling to come up with. Wasn't she just exceedingly helpful?
"So you just... Came in off the street to make me tea and biscuits?" Mircea asked looking very dubious. Because seriously? Who did things like that? He'd been here 30 years and only Graham ever offered to get him coffee. Or tea. Usually it was tea. But anyway, speaking of biscuits, he finally got around to taking a bite of one of those lemony scented things and it was, quite honestly, as delicious as expected. He probably should have asked more about them, but the more pressing questions were the how and why at the moment, so he'd start there.
"Obviously you came from outside. The last two, I guess?" He said, taking another bite and following it with some tea. He had to admit, even though he had a whole pile of questions that just kept growing bigger, he was at least slightly more relaxed than he'd been in probably fifty years or so. So that was something.