Hands slide into pockets, and he glances briefly over his shoulder toward the art gallery, if one could be bothered to call it that. He had discovered his own tasteless displays, cruel reminders, but he's had his fair share of being exposed and vulnerable under the treatment of whoever their hosts are.

So he's opted to walk away from it. He haunts himself perfectly well on his own, and doesn't need the outside help.

"I'm not exactly a museum goer on an average day, but this is only typical in this city specifically, I've found. Whoever is running the show seems to enjoy bringing out parts of ourselves we'd rather leave behind. Hell knows I've got plenty of examples under my belt by now."

At the introduction, he gives a polite nod. "Call me Daan. A pleasure, Elidibus. C'mon, I'll show you out."

As promised, he turns on a heel to begin their walk.

"This is about the time in which people start showing up here, so that tracks. Though I guess if you're lucky, maybe you'll bump into a friendly face or two. In the meanwhile, I'll try to answer your questions."