Stefan was either oblivious to that one moment of discomfort or chose to ignore it. "I dunno man, some people take things too far, let the mask wear them instead of the other way around. Pretty sure that's not healthy". He wasn't sure if he was being a hypocrite here or not. He was himself, but his "mask" ran so much deeper than a piece of cloth over his face. Hadn't he said he was also Helion Strahl not a minute ago? Something to consider another time, perhaps. For now, he had to find his lodgings. Luggage wasn't an issue since he had none, belongings were hard to come by when one was essentially homeless and he didn't take or hoard what he didn't need anyway. No, the issue was figuring out where he was supposed to go.

He hadn't paid any attention to the map and only marginally more attention to Sergeant Shoutsalot, so he figured going by Sam's suggestion of following the group wasn't a terrible idea, he'd just have to get used to the layout of the place in time. And time it would take, because he wasn't one for making much mental notes or nothing of the sort. Hands in his pockets, he walked around shifting his head to and fro, admiring the natural beauty of the place and the contrast with the man-made facilities unlike anything he'd ever seen before, going along with the flow of people in order to get to his barracks. Which he still had no idea what they were called. Something Canada. Stopping for a moment, he just decided to ask out loud "Hey, anyone know if there's a barracks with some canadian name? Ontario or something? I'm awful with names unless I attach a face to them".