"I see," Khepri mused, also taking note if his body language. In her many travels, she had encountered many different cultures and hundreds of people. Generalizations could be made, but no one ever fit a preconception completely and Khepri wondered what had molded this man into what he became. She wondered, but she did not ask. "What called you back to its embrace," she asked in place of her internal thread of questions. Khepri doubted that she would return to a place like this once her time in service was completed, and the fact that was not a share sentiment by him only served to pique her interest all the more.
"Zane." It was unique and very much unlike his given name. Of course, neither was hers and she could only assume he had chosen this name for himself as she had chosen her own. "Khepri," she answered as she reached for his hand. That was a custom she found more odd than anything else, but she was adaptable and had no problem with the gesture. His hands were rather cold, though she had expected that much. "I can say the same."