That gives him pause, his initial reaction being why the fuck not, but she seems cautious. Maybe for good reason, but he has the urge to know what she's describing. Briefly, in the back of his mind, that was the recklessness of the job on the O'Bannon; the desire to understand the red lyrium, and those too prideful and eager fell into a hole so fucking deep that it ruined them all.

This is different, he argues with himself. Because he's not a fucking moron, and anything can be studied safely.

"I want to know," he says, confirming. "Alejandro. I'm-- well, you already know what I do here."

Do they shake hands? He almost goes for one, then thinks better of it. She's an elf, and a rifter at that, but he almost feels like he should bow or some shit.