There is a very unimpressed slow blink, and then a huffed out sigh. "Alright..." Heading over to the other man, Trunks is just going to try and steer Flynn to the desk chair, because they need to start from the beginning and organize.

"Let's start with basics. Like names. I'm Trunks, from Earth--specifically West City, Sector 28. Does any of that sound familiar?"