Pleased to have helped, Reiner's smile broadens as his scaly new friend nuzzles his hand. He follows suit once the creature digs into the honey, taking a long sip of his coffee. It's not a bad cup—not by a long shot.

For a moment, they silently share their food. Then:

I can tell you have a good heart.

Emotion passes over Reiner's face, too complicated to easily read. His feelings on that assessment are mixed, everything from gratitude to guilt mingling in a mess. He bites down the swell of emotion as best he can, but it's readily apparent that those words left an impact.

"Reiner Braun," he answers. He's ready for the name to be recognized, but doesn't believe it will be. Despite having apparently been here before (and the numerous others from his world who may have shared it), his name is rarely familiar—a fact that suits Reiner fine.