[he takes a brief moment to compose himself, as this visage begins to talk using its... um. mouth.]
Just a little... [breathing a little quick here, but steadily slowing to the natural rate]
[though he kinda was expecting some sort of spiritual wisp of some sort, this was a little alarming. Just a little. He was prepared, somewhat, after all -- quickly gathering up his thoughts--] And you are the inmate called... Hazama?