[ A familiar face was the last thing he'd been expecting, as well, so he's still adapting even when Claude laughs and counters with that question. And reminder.

Shit, he really should have gone for the other door.

Glancing down at the small card in his hand, he lifts a hand to rub sheepishly at the back of his neck. ]

I suppose now's a terrible time to admit I have no idea? They didn't actually give me any prep time between me plucking a card out of a box and them shoving me in here. Although, uh... [ He glances over at the one wall lined with shelves holding every type of toy and instrument imaginable. Most of which he recognizes, but there are a few there even he doesn't know what they are. Although he could probably figure it out. ]

...At least they've left us very well supplied?