He stares at her blankly. No recognition for the name of that place, Cally-fornya (does this involve fornication??), and he knits his brow with the smallest of frowns.

"The Dragon of Polnya," is his own simple introduction with a flourish of his palm. He says it with the distinct impression that it is meant to sound important. Likely, he was important, in his previous life. "Here a week, give or take, by my count." He lays his hand back on the table.

"I'll expect to work more with you in the coming days."