London. He can't know anything about who that is, then. If there truly is another Assassin here, though, that's a good thing. Someone he could talk to. That's good.

At first, he dismisses the idea that she's made his gun outright, because he knows for certain she didn't. Something, though - some niggling feeling in the back of his mind - makes him reach down to take it, and as soon as he wraps his fingers around Claw he knows that's not his usual gun. So he pulls it out of its holster to look at it proper, and it's ... unlike anything he's ever seen. Not just the shape of it but the metal itself is new, something he can't help but think no one would know how to create back home.

Has he really been here for as long as she said? The very thought of it makes him feel cold. It can't have been.

He takes a deep breath that shakes more than he wants it to, as he puts the gun back into its holster.

Right.

"I need to see every room in this 'maze'."

Won't tell her why. Can't. But he needs to, just in case there are any clues. If he's forgotten things, and something in this maze caused it, then surely ...

He doesn't know. Just has to start somewhere.