Ray's eyes adjusted to the dim light quickly, at least enough to realize he was in a theater of some sort, though there didn't seem to be a stage, just a large blank white wall draped in curtains. That mystery however was far less important than the rather nervous man in the place with him. He'd never heard of the FBI, but from how the man said it, and said they were looking for him, it might be a good thing.
Unless they were some new division of the Paris police force. That would be very, very bad. But he tried to keep abreast of those sorts of changes, and this man certainly didn't look like any policeman he'd ever dealt with.
"Ray" he said, offering the other man his hand. "No fancy titles, sorry."
His attention was caught by the sight of a small box, near where he'd gotten up from. He bent down and picked it up, turning it over carefully in his hands. Dr. Reid was quite obviously not a threat, at least at the moment, so the box was more important. It opened easily to his probing fingers, to display a most baffling assortment of items. He pulled out the pair of socks and eyed them suspiciously. "What is the meaning of this?" he mused outloud.