[Somehow he definitely doubts that he's safe here, or that this stranger is a friend. He seems remarkably calm for someone that's just had a Hellborn appear in front of them-- from what he knows of the living humans, stories from Blitzø, they're prone to panic. It's why human disguises even exist.

But there's something about that expression that speaks of sincerity, it almost reminds him of Oz in a very roundabout way. Not that he wants to think of Ozzie right now, or he might just start to cry for how wrong all of this has gone, and how much he already wants to be home.]

A friend? You make a lot of friends with people who break into your home by accident?

[Fizz takes a careful step backwards to match the taller man's step forwards, the bells on the ends of his jester's hat jingling softly with the motion. Sharp hearing might note that any movement of his arms and legs is accompanied by a quiet mechanical whirring noise, and his footsteps clink on the floor loudly. He seems to be 'wearing' metal high heeled boots, with a bright blue heart glowing on the front of each foot.

A deep breath, but he needs help so he can't afford to spit in the face of someone apparently offering it. Though his guard remains completely up, that tail lashing behind him like a wary cat.]

You want to tell me where this is, friend?

[Don't think he hasn't noticed neither of his prior questions haven't actually been answered.]