It elicits a deep, slow chuckle from giant hunched over the wheel. "Ha. I do tend do things on a grand scale." But who would I register that with? I don't think we have a international league for escaping. "Hm. Does make sense though doesn't it. Even some of our safe places are capable of spanning the globe if we build them well enough." Doors that could be opened no matter where you were to get to a safe place. So who knows what I was passing through as I fled. Maybe one day if the memories ever clear up enough to be useful.

It is a surprising selfless perspective, not one the ogre is used to among lost. "Ah. I don't blame folk for fighting to keep what's theirs's. Even if that means keeping others away from it." Something about prevention being better then cure. "Hm. Especially folk like use. Which of us don't want somewhere safe and will do what is needed to keep it that way?" Add in that all lost had damage of one shade or another and well, what they were willing to do made mortals pale in comparison sometimes. "Or." And this is something he is a little more hesitant. "Or. Cruelty can make you feel better about your own situation." Ogres so prone to use of fear and force as they were, he knew that all to well.

The more he learns of the slight winter sitting in the passenger seat the more curious he becomes as to what exactly his goals are. "Huh. Is it rotten to strike out at those who hurt you first?" It's not a dismissive tone, but the Ogre clearly is nonchalant about the idea. It causes no such hesitation that talk of cruelty did. "So?" Deciding to just push forward and ask. "What do you see yourself devoting your second shot at life to?" Kill their fetch, reclaiming old lives, punishing those who lead to their time away or just those who had wronged them. All quite common on the list of lost priorities. "Oh. Now." He smirks yet an undertone of seriousness. "Careful what you say there. Fate has a way of putting such things to the test." He wouldn't claim to understand the ins and outs but those elements that underpinned creation definitely listened.

Shrugging being less then comfortable at the moment his response is more of a harrumph. "No. I don't think so." Following signs to the next parking spot. "I think they are known somewhere or by something." But this was just a difference in opinion, not anything that had riled him. "Uh. I wouldn't even begin to know where to loo of course." Who even would? "But. Now. If we did know them then wouldn't that be something." That would turn the tide in their favour surely. Quite the assumption.

Taking a few attempts eventually parking space is found and claimed by the long suffering vehicle that shits up with an almost relived sputter of the engine when the key comes out. "Uh. Right grab your stuff." Just a short walk left to them.