Dar's smile vanished and his lips pursed in irritation-- not so much at Itachi, but at the reminder of the situation. "Huh. You and me both, buddy." It was on the tip of his tongue to confide in some of his memory problems, but was stopped by a sudden mental image of one of his packmates-- arghhh, what was his name-- with a very familiar look on his face. That 'you're being an idiot and not thinking things through' look.

Okay, fine. So he didn't know jack about this guy, and being in hostile territory it stood to reason Itachi might be an enemy too. Or he might be another poor bastard trapped here. Best to play it safe and tell him about the fucked-up shit in the Labyrinth. If he was an enemy, it wasn't news, and if he was another sucker he might remember Dar well for it.

"Well, I've done a little exploring, anyway. Have you been past the Lobby, into the Labyrinth there?"

Speaking of information, though. Darran gave the other man a considering glance and made a mental note to try and see him in action some time. He seemed too slight and too unscarred for a serious fighter, but considering Dar's own hidden talents, he wasn't going to write off anyone just yet.