"Wizard," they repeat in a murmur. An unfamiliar word to their ear, but since coming here they've made an effort to memorize the things other people prefer to be called. Both out of basic respect, and because the Orokin don't get a say in what people are titled anymore.

Their gaze is drawn to Rolan's tail when it twitches, a barely restrained grin of childish amusement on their face. It's so expressive, like a kavat or a kubrow! They don't think he'd appreciate the comparison though. He is a person after all.

A person who is saying things they should probably be responding to, at that. "Probably not," they agree. "This place is infinite." A faint frown flickers across their face as they look up at him. "That guy you were asking about? You might never find him, but infinity means the odds are pretty much impossible he's not here somewhere."