That answer wasn't any freakin' help, but any astute person would begin to suspect that there was something fishy going on. However, Kanji was always the brawn, not the brains.

"...Hell's that supposed to mean?" His voice still sounded raw from misuse, but he sounded equal parts confused and frustrated. He didn't wake up this morning thinking he'll go out and nearly drown somewhere, and if he could figure out where he is, that'd be fantastic.

It'd be hours before his mom would notice, and then she'd probably call the cops to comb Inaba for him. He didn't want to be a pain in the ass to her again.