"Hopefully more than one." He's having trouble being optimistic about the situation but the least he can do it hope that the majority made it through alright. There was strength in numbers, and maybe someone would have more knowledge about making it until rescue came.

If rescue came, he supposed.

"Toronto. Canada," he replies. He resists explaining that he shouldn't be here at all, or why he's carrying a wool coat. She probably isn't interested, and there are more pressing matters than him complaining about his poor luck. "And yourself?"