The Master arched his brows as though "Praetoris" had just woken him from a peaceful sleep. His eyes continued to look out onto the various people in the crowd, but he slightly turned his head and slipped a response back. "Haven't got any food on you, do you?" he asked with a deeper and more brusque voice. He didn't care to have conversations on the quality of the day or the inconsistent nature of the weather.

"No matter," he recanted, "That's not what we're here for. I assume you're Praetoris?"