Nork was more or less tuned out of what was happening. Everything his simple mind had in it all hinged on being somewhere wher eauthority figures could tell him what to do. Now, he was like a child without its mother, which was very odd, seeing as how Nork looked like he was strong enough to lift the bookshelf clean over his head and break it like it was made of soggy tissue paper.

When Ange spoke to him, Nork suddenly flashed his eyes in her direction, before glancing around. Finally, it hit him that he was in here with other people! 

His remaining eye was starting to water over, but he loosened his huddle slightly.

"Hello. I's Nork," he replied. 

"I thinks I's lost..."