[ it would have served him right to get socked for helping himself into whatever room he wanted. even Hook can concede to that. it wouldn't have stopped him either, he tends to be flexible on right and wrong when it comes to getting what he wants. he wants a way out, for himself and for a savior that has a son to get back to, and as confusing as it is, the long lost and now returned son of the Crocodile. he'd take his blows and go right back to it, because he needed to find a way out.

still, at her posture, both hands raise in a show of surrender. he doesn't intend harm, he's just nosy and has a terrible sense of respect for personal space if it isn't his.

Mirkwood Forest? well, that was not the forest he was thinking of. he is used to fantastic, supernatural creatures, though; she looks a bit like a fairy, though something tells him that isn't right. her ears are pointed. ]

Not the forest I meant, I'm afraid. Mirkwood, is it? [ he's never heard of Gondor, either, so he shakes his head in a silent no. he doesn't much remember where he was born, it was too long ago. he can tell she was relieved to have found fellow company, so he's slightly apologetic to ruin that illusion. ] I doubt you've heard of it. It seems that many of us have been brought here from different worlds.

[ hopefully she knows of th existence of other worlds, too many people in this place doubt even with absolute proof presented to them. ]