To Murphy's honest surprise, someone adressed him. He had thought this impromptu meeting would be nothing more than a waste of time, yet here someone was calling him by name. "It depends... who's asking... and why?" Murphy took a moment to look over the man. He seemed to walk with the grace of a nobleman of some kind, and had the clothing to match. The fact the man was a foreigner seemed to indicate him to be a diplomat or emmisary of some far-off country. Murphy had no love lost for the high class, for he had seen firsthand who they exploited to maintain their wealth. Still, if this man was truly here because he too had seen something not of this world, Murphy would listen to what he had to say.