[Rude just stares silently like the wheels upstairs are turning but he's not going anywhere. If it wasn't weird he might try to touch them. He decides against it ultimately and simply nods. It wouldn't be the strangest thing he's seen here by far.]

Tribe? I'm Rude of the Turks I suppose.

[He laughs at himself internally, the words sounding ridiculous inside his head and out, but they have to be said. The slightest smile on his face for just a moment.] We don't have people like you where I come from. Don't suppose you've ever been to a place called Midgar?

[Rude picks at his food, deciding it's more likely to be drugged than poisoned.]