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[He cleared his throat, business-like, with fingers at his collar, patting it down. Tatsumi was pretty sure he'd figured out this communication device, so despite the fact that the sea-green starfish looked like a toy for an 8 year old girl, he attempts a video. What someone on the other end would see is a solemn-faced, blue-eyed man. Well . . . not too solemn, more like confused, and even a little annoyed . . . ]

Is there somebody who could tell me where I am, please?

[He'd never had to ask that before. Tatsumi had an excellent sense of direction, and there was no reason to get lost if one simply paid attention.]