[ Ah. Perhaps he should've refrained from speaking. He'll give others a look as they wander on by, something akin along the lines of 'mind your business' because, while, speaking some where private would be more suitable he feels this isn't his place to make mention or offer at the moment. He can tell it's not the time or place at any rate.

But hearing about Oscar, his brown eyes dart to her and for a second he doesn't look uncertain, apologetic, he just looks lost and confused. ] I. I don't...I don't know. I simply awoke like this.

[ He's more or less confused because being in this body again...it's alarming mainly because he doesn't have Oscar's connection there. He's never forcibly been taken from a body he was inhabiting and put into one without another soul within it, an old one. He's looking down at his hands again as that echo of a gunshot rings through his ears and snaps him back to attention. ]

Oscar's fine, back home I mean. I can't say for certain if he's here or not. I haven't run into him, specifically, since I arrived.