[There are many lines of work in which sufficient awareness can mean one's life. Altaïr doesn't question that. It's only when the man continues that he actually wonders, and looks at him with a more critical side-eye.

(Not that one can tell with the hood currently helping to protect his eyes from the windswept dust.)]

Oh? You may wish to share those sentiments with Portam Hall. I'm sure they would be pleased to have a new arrival so willing to assist them.

[This man has clearly tasted the boot of authority.]