“I see.” He doesn’t, not really, but he supposes he will, eventually, work out how to use a phone to... Wait. What’s he thinking? He’s a gentleman who wouldn’t dream of taking such pictures, much less sending them.

This place is dangerous, it’s already infecting him.

Mustang is a smart man, at least intellectually. Perhaps not always wise, but undoubtedly a quick study. He’d proven his lack of wisdom earlier today and look where THAT got him. Still, he knows how to keep his secrets close to his chest, so there’s no way he’d be stupid enough to broadcast any plans.

When Vrenille gestures toward his cuffs, he stares at them momentarily, remembering Hughes’ words about how he needed allies, and if he needed them in Amestris, that went double here. The guy deserves an explanation, so Roy smiles at him, genuinely pleased he’s been found and assisted by someone friendly who understands what it means to love other men.

“I specialize in fire alchemy. See this?” Roy shakes his left hand, the one with the scar carved into its top. “It’s an alchemy circle. The alchemy from my world is based on a structural matrix laid atop a circle like this one. Before I found myself waking here, I was in the fight of my life with a homunculus, also known as an artificial human. Usually, I wear ignition gloves to create a spark, and I manipulate the oxygen density to set my target ablaze. The lighter I used in their stead was still in my hand and although those people healed my wound, they refused to return me to Amestris. I tried diplomacy first.”