Max had been in a bit of a daze, not thinking clearly at all, so when he heard a voice suddenly call out to him, he jumped in shock and fear. He turned on the spot, and looked to see who was calling out to him. His eye finally fell on a woman, and his heart fluttered in relief. Though he was initially confused from the language that he was addressed in, when they switched to English, he put it out of his head, simply happy to be around another person.

	"M-My name's Max," He stuttered, and held back tears of joy, as he started to hyperventilate a little," I-I got lost here, an- and.." He  stopped, unable to form words in the wake of him being found,as he found his body shaking as emotion that had been repressed for a long time started to pour out, "Can you help me get home?" He choked out, tears now rolling down his face, his cheeks red. In a normal situation, he'd be far more composed, and embarrassed at this outburst of emotion, but he was malnourished, tired, and very, very frightened. He wiped the tears from his face with the sleeve of his tattered shirt, and said, " I'm sorry, that was impolite," He corrected himself, still shaking." What's your name?"