"Mmhm," Dieter hummed his little agreement happily, and he was certainly proud of himself. "There was a man where I'm from, Hans Wagner, he created the most beautiful safes. Intricate. Symphonies," he murmured. "Impossible symphonies and I cracked them all."
He finished getting ready for his day. "What about you, what did you do where you are from? Were there werewolves or wizards or zombies?" he asked. There were so many people from so many strange places here.
He took Eames' hand, guiding him toward the door. "Which room are you in? We'll go so you can get ready as well."