"Sorry, Dinah, not here. Back in die Fangenhungen." He was bound and determined to mispronounce the name every time he had to. It was his own little act of rebellion, and it didn't matter that he had made much of his life's work through rebellion. He patted her shoulder and looked around.
"There was more than one. Not sure if one or both are here. Either way, need to find them. Need to check on a few others. See who made it and who didn't. Talk to someone to find out why we're somewhere new." He needed to be in motion, action, because this standing still with a woman who cared for him, but not him, was a little disturbing.