[Miranda doesn't jump, if only because she can't really get much more terrified than she already is. Instead she glances back, lips tightly pressed together into a thin, pale line. The young man doesn't look like anyone she knows, even if there's a faint resemblance to Lavi. Naturally, she can't answer his question. There's just no right way to respond to that. So she asks a question of her own.]

Wh-who are you? What is this place?