Wayne attempts to relax a little as the man approaches, though it seems obvious that his companion is ready to strike at the slightest provocation. He's moving right past the immediate feeling that being called remarkable gave him, that if he had the subcutaneous blood supply for it that he might have blushed, because this is not the time nor place.

"No, I, uh. I'm kind of. Lost?" His hands fall back to his sides, only moving some as he tries to explain himself. "I was only trying to explore a little and ended up not knowing where to go. Not the first time it's happened." He sounds, for all intents and purposes, like a normal person, quiet and somewhat monotone as if trying not to disturb their surroundings. "What even is all this?"