Maybe it's a new twist on this place, to take memories and lead people without an idea of what's happening. Seems it might make more sense than so many spending their time trying to figure out who, why, and what? Though he imagines it might mean a lot more time reminding them what an axe is.

He supposes dead victims don't suit as well as living ones.

Which means he's run into something here that causes this, hopefully, momentary lapse in memories.

"Takes a bit more than that to damage me," he says, waving a hand. "So long as the jacket's fine, and I'm not limping, I'm sure I'll be fine." And not feel the need for retribution. At least not until he figures out how this man handled him so well.

"So way I see it, you wandered out a bit, probably ate some mystical mushrooms or the like, and now you're stranded. I mean, logically with this place, you should get them back eventually. Unless you've done yourself severe damage, in which case..."

He shrugs, not sure what he could do. "Oh! There's a clinic. Might be able to help." He doesn't sound at all convinced of that though.