Didymus turned when a man sidled up to him, and he frowned. The fellow had addressed him, he was almost certain, and yet, he hadn't the faintest idea of what he had just said.
"I beg thy pardon?" he asked, eyebrows lifting. His gaze stole downward briefly. The man had what looked like a gun hanging at his waist, though a bit more advanced than any of the firearms with which Didymus was familiar. When he looked up again, he met the fellow's eyes with a steady gaze. "I fear that I did not understand what thou hast just said."