He eyed the newcomers from Fiorella's entourage passively and nodded in return. "By now the freighter which brought me here is well clear of the station with the guards aboard. I didn't intend to bring them along at all, only deter any third parties from intruding on us." It seemed as if he had faith in the fact that her people would treat him as if he were one of their own if instructed to.
It was a good thing he'd used the years productively and kept at his lessons on the local language. He could now very easily keep pace in conversation and pass himself off as at least being on par with a native speaker. Though the added nuance was obviously lacking given his origins being so divergent from those of the people he sought to meet. Damien was also carefully considering what he would wear once at the estate, hoping choice of attire would not prove to be yet another source of conflict.
But for now the only thing worth considering was that staying here was a waste of time. All that seemed to be left to do was to disembark and with accommodations far more significant that what the outbound Kestrel had to offer.
