Barring the last five minutes, he's been very careful about what he shares with most of the Summoned. He has memories of living in Nayeshi for ten years. Pretending to be from there without explicitly saying so isn't all that hard when there are so many others. Better to blend in whenever he can than to stand out right now. Especially with men like Lucifer in their midst, unpredictable and potentially dangerous when given the wrong information.

It also means he doesn't feel as guilty as he would outright lying to people like Jack and Wilhelm.

That's all, the young man says. It'd be enough to send him to the Holy Road in Basawar.

He frowns, a deep crease at his brow.

"Then it's good that you've already learned to control it." There, at least, is faint approval coloring the concern in his expression and tone. "I should let you get back to it."

He flicks his wrist, and with a motion comes another burst of cold air as a tear appears out of nothing.

(he's already been made, so he might as well show off a bit)

"I'm Kyle, by the way. I'm staying in the North Wing for now."

So that the young man can seek him out, if he needs something. Or finds himself in any trouble.