In the hours since he awakened in a room not his own, in a building definitely not his parents' house, Adrian has quietly gathered as much information as he possibly can. He knows the room belongs to someone older, but a little trial and error shows him how to get clothes his own size from the kind of science-fictiony cupboard. And some time spent investigating the little communication device has given him enough information to be able to use it and navigate his way around the city.
Now the problem lies in finding out what happened to put him here, and how to get home before his parents realize he's missing. Carefully working out the best way to approach open contact with a group of strangers, he decides a simple broadcast is best. Cuddling a little
purple lynx kitten in one arm, he sets up the tablet and addresses it solemnly, in perfect albeit slightly accented English.
"My name is Adrian. Can someone help me find transportation to Midtown Manhattan, please?"
[ooc: In case I forget for future reference, Adrian at this age (12) speaks with a very slight German accent.]