"I don't tell the guards my name. Too much trouble," he explains, giving a weary chuckle. "They don't like anyone who seems a little different though. Jokes on them; the Empire made me this way." He lifts his cane and gestures towards his eyes. He means it in more than one way though; both the accident and the end of his first life involved the Empire.

"I can handle myself, but I worry about the increase of soldier presence passed off as protection for the people," he says, testing the waters of her stance on the state of the world with the kind of suggestion a number of people in the city whispered to each other day to day.