"Hypothetical ones. I haven't met them." This lifetime. Balthier tips his glass politely, though it's empty now. "Master Jacob. It's good to meet you now that I'm a bit more coherent."
And better dressed. He wasn't sure how much the Assassins wanted him to raid the wardrobe, but at least tastes seemed to run close enough to Archades that he could manage an acceptable outfit.
"I'm not entirely sure if Mis - if Evie," he falters a bit, since she did insist. "If she wants to know what it does as much as what I wished to do with it. Or how I came to be carrying it here."
Admittedly, he didn't have much else. The shirt was stolen from the vacation house, as were his shoes, and the bag was some kind of reusable shopping bag he found to carry the phone and the armband along with the more - obviously dubious bits of the standard prison attire.