"It is very science fiction." Piotr nodded. "Stranger, perhaps. Especially once you learn more about the city itself. It is not easy to get used to, I imagine that it is harder when you did not come from a weird place."
He was indicating his own circumstances. Piotr knew that a lot of people from the dying planet were much happier being here, because there were more resources and a more comfortable life.
His brow furrowed. "Not intimately. But I know who he is, yes. I know that there is a version of him here. A boy."
Piotr paused. Things connected in his mind. Her name, that she had association with the man. He shook his head. The recollection of how it felt when he'd been informed that he was fiction was strong in his memory, when Dean Winchester had known him and known things about him that Piotr had thought were private.
"Oh." He said softly. He didn't want to be the one to tell her. But he felt as if he should. "Clarice."