He had already told this man where he was from. Robb blinked at him annoyed to be asked information he had freely provided. “Westeros. The North, Westeros, these places are not familiar to you are they.” Dean was strangely dressed. He was certainly not from the North, probably not even from Westeros. He looked down the hallway eager to continue on to find a familiar face. There was an opportunity here though to learn more and he couldn’t just walk away from that. “Where are you from?” He moved closer, “And what is a cop?”