"I was hoping you would know" Diedricht rasped, leaning his head back against the wall - the rough stone was far from comfortable, but it felt cool against his overheating scalp.
"Diedricht Maur, by the way" he added, extending a hand toward her, trying to get his elusive breath back. "Call me Rick if it's too hard to say"
He took in the girl in a little more detail now that they were, well, not running for their lives. The first thing he noticed was the camera, the second was the large bag by her side - it didnt look decorative; a student? a reporter? a photographer? What in blazes was she doing here? Where was here, anyway?
"Do you at least know where we are?" he added, cocking his head to the side - habit.