[Hearing Spain's name mentioned by this guy puts him a little more on edge. He didn't expect Canada to guess who he was so quickly - then again, he wouldn't have put it past anyone involved in the war.]

I don't care about the other people. That bastard was here. I saw him. [Call him crazy, but he's positive he saw Spain for that brief moment.] Answer me this: how do we leave? It sounds like it's easy for anyone to move about as they please, but all the same there isn't an exit just waiting either. Damn it...

[It was just sheer luck that Spain had came and went recently more than him actually really knowing who he was speaking to. On the other hand, he was absoutely sure who it was he was speaking to now.]

There is no obvious exit to find. One's welcome to look if they want, but if it helps, some people have been here for over a year without finding a way out.