[ Most of Daan's responses seem to have come easily to him. It makes the pause stick out a bit, which gives Yi Sang pause too. As absentminded as he might be, he spends most of his time observing others.

He decides not to press. For now. Opting to stare at Daan wordlessly before realizing he'd been asked a question. ]

Oh. I believe so.

[ He fishes about his coat pocket, retrieving the phone he'd discovered on his person while sitting on that mysterious train. Yi Sang turns it over in his hands with a pensive expression. ]

It is my hope, then, that they do not mistake me for an imposter.

[ He glances back at Daan with an apologetic expression. ]

...if my question displeased you, please know it was not my intent to cause any discomfort.