He stepped back, taking note of the blue streaks the contact had left on the magician's pants, and ignoring the stabs of pain from his cracked ribs. A grin.

"Sorry, Kaito-niisan!"

An actual Kuroba Kaito was something of a surprise after his encounter with 1412, but this wasn't the assassin, and thus, was most likely not going to start throwing knives.

"I'm not lost, I've been here long enough to figure this place out."

He peers up at the taller boy, studying him.

"Are you new here?"