[Takao emits an interested hum at the other boy saying he's from Japan too; it makes sense from his appearance, but knowing is kind of nice. So he's not the only Japanese teenage boy. That's good, maybe? I mean, there's not much Takao can do about sending him back, though. "Get in my rickshaw, I'll pedal you out to our country."]

We definitely shouldn't be here. You don't have a phone or anything to call for help, do you? I haven't met anyone who knows much more than us, so far.