"Nowhere just... just don't do that. Not right now," Handy said, thoroughly shaken. He really didn't need more surprises right now. "Just... Where did you come from? H-How did you find me? How did we get here?" Handy asked, and just like that, the questions came like a torrent of water from a burst dam, his mind eager to find something else, anything else to focus on. Whirlwind, for his part, happily indulged the human's little inquisition, unfazed by the occasional threatening tone he took on as he paced back and forth. It was as if he knew Handy was just working off his anxiety. To be fair, that wasn't hard to guess as he constantly wringed his hands, scratched his left wrist, and generally gave off signs of progressive and excessive agitation. Apparently, the answer to how he found him was 'because he was a deer', as if that was supposed to actually answer the question. Same thing to why the forest seemed so alive now when it hadn't before.