His head snaps up at the sound of his name, cringing slightly at how it seems to echo in the street. But the source of the noise -

“Soldat?” How is he - right. The message. He doesn’t move, but he does stare. “How did you… never mind. I need to get away from here.” There’s an injured venom in his words, one he’s never had while speaking of his city before. “What do I do?”