Raju's frown at his hands, for a moment, is more confused than frustrated. Then he places the rest of the names, the ones he knows, and understanding takes the place of the frown.

"I thought there were an odd number of navy men about." It's hard to make the kind of light comment he usually would, and his smile tells the strain. But despite Francis' answer, Raju isn't confident that Francis does know where they are, not entirely, and the first thing Francis had said after collapsing was how cold he was, and Raju's damned hands still won't work. And of course the... the thing which doesn't bear thinking about is gone from his knife, and gone now that he'd use it on purpose, if he only knew how.

He moves his hands, tries to brace them against the side of the fireplace and the floor. He'll try it this way. And he'll try to keep Francis talking; it's important again, if he wants to try to keep the man's mind here, with him. But a man who's dazed like this might share any number of things that he wouldn't if he were healthy and feeling well, and Francis is a friend, and there's nothing that Raju has to take from anyone that they wouldn't give, here. Not knowledge or anything else.

But it's hard to keep a man talking without pushing to know more. He'll try.

"You're their... captain? Did you tell me your rank, when we met?"