[There is absolutely no thought of argument - he follows Remy like a lost puppy. A surly, leather-clad puppy.]

~I really wish I didn't know what you were on about, but sadly this is just the life I have now.~

[He looks around, frowning.] ~There's an awful lot of those wheels about, but I don't see a big banner declaring it an an antiques market, do you? And I don't recall being abducted or anything of the sort. Last thing I remember is falling asleep watching a film.~