He made a low, frustrated noise that frankly sounded more like a growl or snarl that didn't seem to fit his speaking voice at all.

"They couldn't have taken me from further away and remained in the country." Though he doubted that was a serious consideration or limitation. He'd have to ask others, when things were less immediately pressing.

Not that he wanted to go home. He had resources in the place he'd been taken, even in this landscape. Here he - did not. It wasn't even the same reality as far as he could tell. Then again he had no proof that it wasn't. That... frustrated him, right along with the hole in his memory.

He wanted in those computers. He also wanted a better look at things.

"Geographically," he added, almost absently. Dismissively? Better word. "Possibly temporarily. Potentially laterally." His head hurt. Mostly from having at some point clearly been hit in it, from the bruise.

"There's something I need to investigate." He took the paper from the other man, folded it and put it in his pocket. "My name's Bruce; Thank you.." Then he jumped off the wall, back toward the compound.

At least he didn't have to fuck around with personas here. The world seemed to have ended. Some world had, anyway.