The man's response was, at best, intriguing though Nelson was forced to step back from the frantic queries as if he would think violence was to follow afterwards. Thankfully it didn't, but he still readied his fists from behind lest things were to escalate in a brawl. One thing was for certain: the man wasn't a bandit, but him wondering why he woke up unaware of his surroundings had given Nelson a curious thought. Was he really kidnapped? and if he was, where was the person who did it? They could be armed for all he knew and initiate an ambush anytime from behind. Nelson peeked from left to right, clumsily observing for any noises under his suspicion. What he only heard so far were the man's loud spoken words which, to no extent, helped sighting any possibilities.  

[b]"Who am I? well, that's not important. What matters right now is you being quiet so that we will know the answer to your questions."[/b] 

Head hung low, eyes watched as the man got to his feet, appearing to limp backwards with a look that held an unwelcoming glare. Nelson reached for another cigarette, lighting it up casually as it was placed pressed between his lips. When he glanced at the pack, there were only three left, and it was not looking good. 

His thoughts wandered back to the bloodied table, deducting the chances like he was peeling a potato with his bare hands. Perhaps it could be connected with the man's situation, but then again, he wouldn't be quick to judge if it happened to be the case. It was not important however. Nelson knew that he needed to impart something soon and help was more than what he wanted. 

With a quick puff of smoke, Nelson faced the man, mindless of his current state of unknowing. 

[b]"Anyway, I'm pretty sure whoever did it got away, but thank God I found you because I need help."[/b] As he placed his lighter back to his pocket, he stepped forward. [b]"I'm not gonna tell anything yet at this point until we get out of here before someone or something steps in. Hopefully it won't be a [i]something[/i] if ever worse comes to worst."[/b]

Awkward steps shifted into a rushed pace. When he was up close to the man, he would grab his arm with his in a bold attempt to end the contact unquestioned. He could only hope the man won't retaliate and respond with another set of questions, though it felt much more like wishful thinking than anything else. Time, as what he knew, have been running short and ending up in places devoid of resources was already impeding his pursuit.