Yoka looked around. Tilting his head. This place had a strange almost eerie feeling to it. So puzzling. He couldn't figure out why that was. He was DEFINITELY not in "Kansas" anymore. Question was...where was he? Why did it feel...like home? He felt more at home in this strangely colored place than he ever had amongst those he lived with. He jumped and looked at the woman. Blinking a bit before a bit of sarcastic humor left his lips. "Yes. Yes. Ironically being blown out an exploding planes passenger door is oddly refreshing and results in strange hallucinations." He said. Shaking his head and sighed. "I'm sorry. Where...?" He looked around. "Where is here?" he asked softly. He was speaking in broken English. Yet the oriental lit to his voice made the words come out strangled yet oddly sensual. Like a light caress from the tips of the fingers used to stroke from a lover's touch. "Shinigami de nani ga okite iru? Karera wa daredesu ka? Naze, karera wa watashi o hakai surudearou? Nani ga okotta no... ? Watashi wa shinde shinde wa ikemasen? Shikashi... Watashi wa kanjiru... Jitaku de. Nazedesu ka?" (What is with the Grim Reaper get up? Who is they? Why would they destroy me? What...happened? Shouldn't I be dead dead? Yet...I feel...at home. Why?) He said falling back into Japanese. Seeing that the Grim Reapers were death she would most likely understand what he was saying. He took ahold of the woman's hand. Holding it with his until the minor zap made him pull it away for a moment. So.....odd. He then took her hand and stood up with it. His legs shaky at first due to his body ripple effecting the explosion that had rocked through his entire body.