Kit reaches out to take Zohvin's hand when he offers it out, returning the handshake--but a peculiar look takes over his features at those words. He makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a smirk and glances down at his coffee. (Ancestors, that stuff tastes like shit.)
"Um, no. Not exactly." A pause. "I was--gone, for a while. But I know my way around the city, you know, if you ever need a guide, or something."
This last part is a pretty clumsy deflection; he's out of practice.
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Kit reaches out to take Zohvin's hand when he offers it out, returning the handshake--but a peculiar look takes over his features at those words. He makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a smirk and glances down at his coffee. (Ancestors, that stuff tastes like shit.)
"Um, no. Not exactly." A pause. "I was--gone, for a while. But I know my way around the city, you know, if you ever need a guide, or something."
This last part is a pretty clumsy deflection; he's out of practice.