[He's back inside from his sight seeing of the compound, bow and a sleeve of arrows slung around his shoulder, and mind whirling with ideas when he's interrupted from his thoughts when he's confronted by the girl. His lips twist up at her demeanor. Strong, confident, angry, and if he's able to appreciate anything, it's anger.]

I don't really see any point in lying. Lying is self serving bullshit encouraged by the society we're all knee deep in. Pretend you're well off by buying designer clothes, lie about being fucking happy in your run of the mill white collar job- [But he stops mid-rant and smirks] lying didn't get them anywhere, did it?

But to answer your question, I don't know where the fuck we're at, except that we're in a building. A building with other people who don't know where they fuck they're at.