Tim grunts faintly. Not surprising, but at least they're a little better of than he was anticipating. His grip on the knife shifts as the urge to offer it out to him wells in his gut - and he presses, stubbornly, back down. It wouldn't be wise. And it wouldn't...he just met the guy. Surely he can trust himself over someone he just met.

(That is him making that decision? Isn't it?)

"What's the last thing you remember? Before...this?"