"Oh, Frisco? Nice place to be coming from!" His voice is getting louder now that he has something to focus on that doesn't involve fiery wreckage and a slow, painful death in the middle of nowhere. Adam locks his hands behind his back and smiles. "I've been there once! I don't remember it much. I think I saw... the Castro. Old Castro. It was gr-" He cuts himself off to jump over a piece of what he can only assume is fuselage. Slowing, Adam turns to stare at it.

"Adam..." he mumbles, eyes still on the wreckage.