With monumental effort Jamie swings his head toward the sound of her voice. Everything sort of lags as he does so, like his eyes can't quite keep up with the movement of his body, and Trucy's form is blurry and indistinct for a good few moments. Jamie squints at her, shifting in his bonds.

"Where'dyoucomefrom?" He's starting to come around a little more, but speaking clearly still seems to take more coordination than Jamie has at his disposal right now.