I tried to do it the other way around and only ended up here instead of... wherever the hell he went. Call it a guess or a logical conclusion or whatever you want.

[To tell the truth, dwelling on this stuff is sort of giving him the urge to pick a fight with this newcomer, since it's not something he'll get to do very often. It's like when he finally fulfilled his dream of punching Mustang in the face. ...But there's not really a tactful way to ask that kind of thing.]

Uh, sorry about walking into you just then, I guess. Didn't see you there. [Or rather he did, and then promptly forgot how to walk.]