[His back straightens and ears swivel, locking in on the sound of someone speaking to him. Well-- perhaps his disorientation from waking in this place was still lingering in his lack of stealth. (And... really, much information could only be gained from interaction.) But his tufted brows arch slightly in acknowledgement, and slowly the large rodent shakes his head.]
I am fine.
[It's careful, as though accessing. But the lack of yells or running is... very good. Perhaps people outside of New York City have a more affable relationship with rats.] Simply... orienting myself with this city.
[At the hem of his robe, his tail curls slightly to hug the fabric, rather than remaining splayed out. Both claws move to clasp behind his back comfortable, staff held in them.] Are you native to here?
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I am fine.
[It's careful, as though accessing. But the lack of yells or running is... very good. Perhaps people outside of New York City have a more affable relationship with rats.] Simply... orienting myself with this city.
[At the hem of his robe, his tail curls slightly to hug the fabric, rather than remaining splayed out. Both claws move to clasp behind his back comfortable, staff held in them.] Are you native to here?