Well, that's slightly better. He takes note of the names (hers, at least — Metalhead's is deemed unimportant and he'll be lucky to still remember it in five minutes), and he spares just a couple seconds to wonder who Exsilium and Marduk are. Probably unimportant, though.

"You know, I think I feel a stirring," he says with a smooth grin. He probably means 'of memory'. "I wasn't headed anywhere in particular, though, seeing as I've only just arrived and haven't quite worked out the lay of the land. Do you have any suggestions? Anywhere a man might buy a beautiful redhead a drink, perhaps?"