[He shoves his hands into his pockets so not to fall into temptation, glancing around as they walk. He's so clearly foreign that it's fine if he looks around, right? Especially if he's going to be some distant relative who probably came from who-knows-where.

After a few minutes, he rethinks it and pulls his hands out of his pockets to button up his shirt over his cruxis crystal.]

That's good, at least... I mean, not that he's bedridden, but you know. [He feels way too lost for his own good.] Just don't make me go by any weird names and we're good.