He sighs. Well, that's exactly what he expected, though he was trying to hold out a tiny slimmer of hope that not everybody around was as clueless as he felt right now.

It's been years since he felt as he knew nothing, and he loathed the feeling utterly.

How could he make plan his escape (escape? well, he didn't choose to be here, so wasn't that the right word?) like this?

"Same, miss...?" Might as well learn her name.