At the cellphone remark, Mikado grimaced. "They took mine, too. Supposedly there's a room that has all of our stuff in it, but I haven't come across it yet." He hadn't been to a lot of places, actually--most on the second floor and only half of that, but still. Whether or not the existence of that room was true--and it likely was, from what he'd seen some people wearing--he'd like to believe that somewhere within reach was his cellphone. Likely dead and without service because he did not have international calling, and America was out of his range, but it was still a comfort.

The boy nodded in turn when Soushi continued. This man was more polite than most of the others here, and it was enough for Mikado to want to speak further. "Yeah, people will... give you a lot of warnings here. You basically have to determine which are true by yourself. --Oh, is there anyone you know here? That helps a lot." Having Izaya and Celty here had clarified a lot for Mikado. And added more that he had to think about.

As for the aspect of escaping-- "...Well. It's hard to believe, but at the end of the night we're sort of 'reset to start', and end up back in our rooms again. No matter how far away we are. I was outside one of the times." So what direction was there to take, if escape couldn't be done? Mikado had been--

He blinked, suddenly. He hadn't been doing anything, actually. Despite the horrific qualities and the things that had already happened, Mikado was almost enjoying this. Like it was an unplanned and forced vacation. And there was no way he could say that. "Um, a lot of people search for information. It might be that there's a way to get out that way."