Mikhail seemed to be caught off guard by the question. To be fair, they had just been attacked by a demon. If Stefan hadn't done what he had, Mikhail was certain they wouldn't be walking to wherever they were going at that moment. "Um, from Moscow. Beneath Moscow, really. The Underbelly," Mikhail half blurted. Even though Stefan seemed plenty friendly, he didn't want to give away too much less he had encountered some form of hostile faction. With a small start, he rushed forward a little bit and grabbed a rogue tree branch which was about to snap back into one of Stefan's companion's face.<br/><br/>"What about you?" he inquired quietly, and then followed with, "Where were you gonna take the wheelbarrow of, uh, stuff?" Mikhail figured he would find out sooner or later considering he wished to tag along with the group, but it wouldn't hurt to ask in advance. He didn't quite want to admit he was completely and utterly lost, but he could at least act as an aimless drifter for the time being. He was already indebted to these people as a result of him destroying their goods; him looking helpless would just add insult to injury.<br/><br/>His dark eyes widened, and he looked in the general direction of the  masked man. "Oh, where are my manners," he started. "Name? Names? I'm Mikhail, and it's very nice to meet all of you." He spread the fingers out that were holding his cane as if to wave at all of them. Considering that Mikhail had destroyed their stock and trailed a demon to the entire group, he was unsure about whether he would receive a warm welcome.