His brow furrows at that. "I know one of those words and what they are, yes," he points out. Though hippie and commune are not entirely tying into things he's aware of. "It's not my first time that I've found my world doesn't line up with others and their languages."

Though if that confused him, as Klaus goes on it only gets worse.

He makes no effort to sit, surreptitiously leaning into his cane for support as he looks down at the other man as he goes on.

"What work does your brother do that assassins are part of him work?" That part he gets! Which only makes him more curious about this man and what his world was like. "So you were prepared to steal cash from people who murder others for a living and instead landed into someone else's war?"

He's not sure if he's impressed or confused. No, both. That's what he is.

"The countries around me have been at war for a long time," he notes. "I wasn't involved in their ways," he says, rapping his cane against he ground as if making it clear why. He's been in his own war.