Raimut snorts and looks away from Dist, suddenly bored. There's something insistently familiar about the man's voice and manner, something that nags at a part of Raimut that is rawer than he would like to admit.

Maybe he should keep Dist talking, until he figures out what's so familiar and whether or not he can use it to his advantage.

"I am merely taking in the scenery," he says, evenly. "Familiarising myself with my new home. Tell me, do you harass all your new neighbours like this or am I ... special?"