[Where he is? The man makes it sound like Fai's some sort of amnesiac, not just a bird-brain who can't remember an exact address. Which... is also a lie, to be fair. And come to think of it, the amnesiac part isn't too far from the truth either, given that he can't remember how he arrived in this world. Or anything about the last few months, aside from a jumble of new scars on his body and this terrible haircut.

His smile fades a little, smaller but not gone completely, and Fai chuckles softly.]

I'm in the right neighborhood, don't worry. I'm sure you have better things to do with your time than waste it on little old me, Mister...?