Humans in one form or another seem to be a universal constant. It's strange. Humans, with elves right behind them.

There's a bit of a start as Zenos realizes they indeed haven't done basic politeness of names til this point. "No apologies needed. It's often that idle conversation, serious or otherwise, can go without introductions when speaking to strangers." Train and bus chatter were full of such things! Granted the on and off passengers of their train didn't get to swap quite as often..

"My name is Zenos." Surname left off; what would it matter? "From a star called Hydaelyn."