Minato's registers faint surprise at the prompt reply. Doesn't seem that far off, either. "...Well, that's a start, anyway. Thanks." Funny, he thinks, how someone's able to get in touch with him so quickly. Nobody Minato knows, of course, but presumably a kindred spirit stuck in this weird place. Any port in a storm.

He heads off in the direction suggested, pretty interested about learning of his situation, if his eventual digging for said pamphlets is any indication. So it's a visitor's centre of sorts. Looks like it.

Maybe the owner of that fancy hologram was a big deal. Her attitude reminded Minato a bit of a certain ice queen he knew. He muses... "People have built up this place a lot, haven't they?" As he leafs through the pamphlets and takes it all in, at least he has a moment to think. "Anything else I should know?"

Most of his statements are incisive, but not really in an unpleasant way. His manner's still a bit aloof, but there's a bit of curiosity underneath it. Maybe waking up here wasn't so bad. It beats the alternative.