"Sure he does..." His voice is slow, trailing off dubiously. Or maybe, like most octopi he's heard of, he's an escape artist at heart. It.

Still, that's the last of his concerns. Dragging his gaze away from the almost fluorescent creature, Hiro clears his throat, wondering- how to phrase the question. Without sounding crazy, and all. "Call me curious, but any chance you know where we are, right now?"