After he'd spoken, there was silence for a moment, before the guy Kenji had labeled as "mysterious hooded stranger" suddenly began cackling like a madman and ran out after the gun toting woman, slamming the door in the face of several others. Obviously a few moved to follow the guy, rather out of curiosity or just a desire not to be locked in the room again, and the door was flung open once more. 

"I'd like to know what's going on too, stranger. But assuming you know as much as I do, which is next to none, she's the only one with answers. Stay in this shithole if you'd like. I'm heading up." Donny had answered, just before following the crazed man. The guy in the martial arts uniform went after him as well, and Kenji stepped closer to peer around the door frame and see what was going on.

Aside from stone stairs and a cold looking corridor, the young man saw the psycho in the cloak attack--and lick?--the woman with the gun.

[i]Chalk him up as dead.[/i]

But Donny and the other guy intervened, Donny quite literally lassoing the fool and the other man delivering a hefty punch to the face.

[i]Why not just let her shoot him?[/i] In terms of the group as a whole, Kenji didn't have a lot of info to judge people with. But at the same time no one up until now had done something completely out of the blue--except maybe himself, kicking the old man to death and all--so there was a kind of standard in his head right now that everyone stood on. The psycho dropped way below that standard, for obvious reasons. But Donny and this other guy dropped a bit in his opinion as well--why risk themselves for someone they didn't know, much less someone who, in the process of shooting their attacker, might accidentally shoot her rescuers as well? If the bullet had enough penetration power, it might even ricochet around the hall and hit someone in the room. With that thought Kenji moved a little further back.

"We should kill him." the martial artist told Donny. Kenji dropped the man a few more points. 

[i]For one thing you don't know anything about what's actually going on yet. Weird as he is, there's still the possibility this guy figured something out and his killing of this gunslinger could be a good thing. For another, nice to know you have the impulse to go for the most escalated form of violence as a first response.

Not like you have room to talk, literally the first thing you did after waking up was kill an old blind man.

Shut up, I still can't acknowledge that right now...and besides, that guy was going to eat -me-, specifically. This psycho wasn't hurting the big guy, just the woman, who already had a perfectly good method of defending herself...[/i]

"As much as I distaste believing the woman, we don't have any choice but to trudge out of this area... with the others who I presume are... squabbling... And besides, interrogating a half-dead man with gouged out eyes definitely makes for a better informer than someone in one piece..."

Kenji looked over at the fellow who'd spoken next, a somewhat normal looking guy who was just going about and helping some of the others get out of their binds. Donny had said much the same, and Kenji had to admit they were right. The woman with the gun was at least offering them information for free--whether she tried to mislead them could be determined at a later date with further knowledge.

But as he looked around the room once more, trying to get a gauge on some of those who were finally coming to, he noticed that the woman who had been near catatonic had now managed to get up. She even seemed amused by what was going on in the hallway. But what Kenji labeled as most important about her appearance were her hair, eyes, and facial features.

[i]She's Japanese, like me? I wonder if she shares the same gaps in her memory...

As a matter of fact, when I spoke earlier, everyone understood me. I don't remember being good at English, if that's indeed what we're speaking here. But can I intentionally speak my native language anymore?[/i] A few whispered phrases under his breath, out of hearing of anyone else, and he nodded to himself. [i]Any attempt to recall something of my personal life or the history of the place I lived in, just blank. But my education level and the skills I've learned over life seem to be retained.[/i]

[@Lugubrious] "[i]Osoreirimasuga,[/i]" he began, speaking directly to the woman. "[i]Nihonjin ka?[/i]"

<<Excuse me, are you Japanese?>> His speech was a bit on the curt side, but at a moment like this he didn't care about being formal. If she was the same as himself, there might be a possibility to coordinate their knowledge and get a fuller picture of this situation. Maybe they were kidnapped from the same place, along with some foreigners, or maybe [i]they[/i] had been foreigners. Kenji had figured out before that he had a high-school level education, and though he wasn't sure of this woman's age, there was the possibility that he had been on some kind of foreign exchange trip or something. Whatever the case, if there was someone here he identified with the most at the moment, it was her.