[ He's confused and concerned, to be certain, but Yuri has never found irrationality beneficial or desirable. Keeping his head on straight is one of the few things that remain within his power, aside the simple truth that he's still taking all of whatever this is in. ]

...There's not much chance the names of my comrades would ring any bells, I'd wager.

[ Yuri tips his head ever so slightly, birdlike and curious. Is it really all that peculiar to not berate someone with questions immediately after the ordeal of digging one's way out from underground? Disorienting as it is, evidently it's not unexpected by this fellow with his...admittedly unusual eyes.

Can he tell him his name? Yes. Will he tell him the real one? No. That much is true of pretty much anybody, though, so it's hardly anything new. His name could mean anything or nothing, wherever he finds himself now, but his assumed one is what he defaults to. ]

Call me Yuri.

[ He answers as he brushes dirt from his lilac-colored hair. ]

And I assume your name begins with "M".