"Metior." He nods and commits the word to memory, fully planning on making a trip as soon as he can if only because he has nothing else to do. "I can figure out the map," he comments, but it's too sharp, too quick, clearly an attempt to assert his independence, although to what point given that he's already on his own is anyone's guess. "...But thank you, Mr. Long," he adds hastily, reminding himself that he needs to keep his manners.