[Carter smiles and nods again, relieved that she can hear him. It would make communication much easier and he places his hand on his chest briefly before cupping her hand and carefully pulling her up to her feet.]

I'm John. John Carter.

[He follows the motion of her hands and puffs his cheek, mirroring her shrug.]

This place? It's called Mathias. Other than that, I'm not too sure... I woke up here a few days ago, same as you.

[His eyes dart down at her shackles and he frowns, concerned.]

Listen, I... I don't have anything on me to get these off. But I will, okay? Once we're back in town.

[There's something in his voice that promises that while he's not exactly a blacksmith? He'll learn to forge if that's what he has to do. This is just wrong and he feels very strongly about it.]