He stops, then, turning to her. A hand goes to his lapel, looking at her with all the authority of a wrathful and not particularly forgiving god.

The better class, of course. Not the sort with tentacles.

"Young lady, you may seem to know me at first glance, but I am not in the habit of giving away bits of my life history and personal anecdotes to people I have just met. Now, I am all for mystery in one's life, but I will not take on mere account that you are a force for good in this situation - or my existence."