Dorian finally takes his eyes off the many notes and splashes of red hidden to glance at Alina. He takes in her state, or the softness in her tone. There's something sad but resolved to what she says. He reaches into his robe and pulls out a handkerchief to hold it out to her.

"You have some dirt on your face." He states, not trying to be rude about it but he thought she may want to wipe it off. She's clearly been through something, more than perhaps what happened upon arriving here.

"No, for as well put together and calm as I may seem." Another joke, and a slight smile to go with it. Obviously, his ranting would say otherwise.

"Wherever here is anyway. There's a lot about this place I don't recognize. And I haven't a clue how long I've been wandering in that fog. I suppose I'm lucky I'm still standing."

He clears his throat and turns to her fully then, placing a hand on his sternum and bowing his head slightly in greeting, "I am Dorian."