Still not very comfortable with the sharp object brandished in his direction, Tristyn sat a bit stiffly as his mind raced for answers. And a way out of this mess, of course, that seemed like a nice option. [color=a187be]"W-well, I live here, so I guess I'm your host for now? And, um... H-hold on..."[/color] 

So many questions at once. All of them seemed pretty reasonable, but still a lot to work with at one time under pressure. That knockout powder was sounding like a really good idea again... [i]No! Don't make it worse! I know what I'm doing![/i] Taking a deep breath, he placed the sandwich tray between them on the bench as a peace offering. [color=a187be]"Okay, first, I'm the main human occupant of this place. R-rather, the only human occupant of this place for a good while now. Second...i-is the sword really that necessary? I don't think sandwiches are normally that dangerous. I'm guess I'm not sure about how they are where you come from, though. Feel free to have one, by the way..."[/color] He looked back at the food for a moment, wondering if it was safe enough to grab one without being stabbed or otherwise cut up. 

Looking warily at the sword again, he slowly continued. [color=a187be]"Um, technically you walked out here, I think. I only brought you to the room earlier because you were...maybe a little unconscious when you arrived. I'm honestly sorry about that, n-not entirely sure how that could have possibly happened...Ahah..."[/color] He could feel the nervousness taking over again, and it felt like being only a few 'smartly' worded sentences away from an even worse situation than this one. [color=a187be]"A-as for why, I really don't know! I'm honestly really confused myself right about now, and...uh...what was the last question again?"[/color]