As Robb moved closer, he's able to see the man's clothes better, making him notice that there was something familiar about them. "Robb Stark, Lord of--" He pauses only for a moment, vaguely wondering if it mattered here. None of it seemed familiar. "Winterfell. Who are you?"

Grey Wind takes a seat, panting and anxiously awaiting Stannis's reactions.

"I don't know where we are." Robb decided to at least confess that much.