Giorno looks up at the dear-person-thing standing there and he feels a bit like his brain is stuttering to a stop. Was this some kind of stand? Where was it's user if it was? Could he trust this?

Only ever having seen Diavolo himself, Giorno doesn't recognize the other, he doesn't realize who this was, or the connection he had with so many thing that had been happening just before he woke up here.

Another ineffective push at his dark hair, to get it out of his face, and he tentatively takes the hand. "I'm feeling very lost. What is this place? I was just in Rome..." he stats. He could work out why Gold Experience was missing later.