"Hasebe, Kaito Hasebe. Most of the people just call me the Fisheman." he added without much consideration. Who knows if he recently had told his real name to anyone, giving to his frequent use of aliases.
"So Piere.... Pierre-san. I heard that a big ship came recently to the station, a foreign one. I guess... it was yours, right?"
The Fisherman stops for a moment to hear the movements in the corridor. The guards were silent, and everything was normal. Feeling at ease, he resumed the conversation.
"It's not everyday we meet Gallia-jin around here. What brought you to this esteemed prison, if I can ask?"
He noticed the other's concern about the clothes and the apparent damage they had.
"You don't look much like a pirate, I guess you were attempting to smuggle something no?" he said, while stroking the short beard he had around his chin.