Everything was black. Oram couldn't make out what was going on. However, he could hear something. A faint voice. A woman? But why? His eyes opened slowly. "What the... Who?" He was dazed. confused. He couldn't figure out what was going on. Soon, however, the sounds of war registered in his mind. That woke him up. He pushed the girl away and backed up into the nearest wall. "What the hell is going on?!" He looked down. "Why the hell am I half naked?!" He shouted looking around making his confusion and slight fear evident along with his annoyance. The last thing he remembered... The last... HE COULDN"T REMEMBER! Images flashed by, but not much. He couldn't make out the memories that were so desperately trying to resurface and make themselves known. 

Oram had to calm down. If he didn't he could die right? "Alright... Alright... You... First... I'm gonna need some clothes... And..." He paused a little embarrassed to bring something like this up. "I'm gonna need you to tell me my name if you know it." He said looking around before running his hands through his hair. "And we need to make it fast. By the sounds of things we can't have much time. So I'm gonna need you to help me out." This must have seemed crazy. Trusting a stranger to help him without further questioning who she was. But she was carrying him and woke him up right? She couldn't be one of the bad guys. Unless she was and he was too. "Look... Don't question... And save explanations for later." He added in case she was confused.