[Brook allows the assumption to roll right off of him. Generally, things go more smoothly for him when he lets strangers believe what they want. Of course, "things" usually means "summarily murdering them," but the principle still largely applies even while he's off the clock here.]

Fuck if I know. I guess it's abstract. [He shrugs.] I came in here to look for stuff, not admire the art pieces.

[It occurs to him that Nikolai might not know what he means; he doesn't know how common that knowledge is, that belongings have a way of turning up. He hasn't realized yet that Nikolai might be wholly new, period.]

Someone told me that it's not unusual to find things from home around the city. I found some of my friends' stuff in the haunted house last week, so if there's more, I'd rather have it than some stranger. Just in case they turn up.