There's a brief moment and an almost distasteful look as he sees her set the cigarette to her lips. He feels the almost urge to stand and pull it from between her lips, but no, he can't really do that.

"I don't have amnesia," he tells her with an empty laugh, and a silent but maybe you do thought after it. He frowns and shakes his head.

"I don't know what I have. But I know something has happened to me. I shouldn't be here. I really can't be here." He should be getting away, really far away, but then he knows something else too, and he sighs slightly. "I have nowhere to go. And earlier you gave me your card and I..." he shakes his head, a little water dropping from his hair in the process.