[He scoffs a little again.] Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen anyone use duct tape before. At least you're creative.

[He'd sound more grateful if he wasn't so confused and disoriented. In an attempt to feel some sort of control over... anything, really, he moves to where his shirt is, ignoring the fact that the young woman had just sat at the edge of the mattress. He manages, if not a bit wobbly, and picks up the black article of clothing. Noctis sticks a thumb through the large tear in its shoulder, frowning.

Then he turns to look at her, the expression still etched onto his features.]

Who are you, exactly? Where am I?