Wayne blinks, but it takes very little for him to accept the idea that he's looking at both Camilla and Pal in the same moment. His attitude is so starkly different from hers after all, and the confirmation that he's found Pal to begin with means they're on the right track.

"Yeah," he replies with a small nod as he listens. He remembers Canaan House, the trials and the monsters they'd come up against. It blurs together a little bit in his memory, but it still stands out as the way that he'd met the two of them, learning to rely on those memories of them and building trust in Pal himself. The fact that the man trusts him enough in turn to want him here to help him out of whatever this mess is means a lot to him. He could say as much later, when they weren't in immediate danger.

And then they could actually talk about things. Wayne takes a lot on faith when it comes to trusting his friend. He would have to continue to do so a little bit longer, it seems. To that end, he reaches to take one of his hands, giving it what he hopes is a reassuring squeeze. But he still has to ask...

"What's your plan for getting out of here? My ship didn't come with me and the last time I tried to pilot something like this I crash-landed it."