[ It's not a name he's heard whispered about before, so he can only assume he's yet a stranger from another world or possibly even from his own but one that has not joined Gran's crew. The bow is also cause for a raised brow, unused to having that level of formality directed towards him from those who know nothing of his status in Wales and Feendrache, but he is by no means displeased. The scientists around him could learn a bit more of this man's humility, but now that Percival has more or less glared them away, he takes the opportunity to properly study his new surroundings. ]

Percival. And friendliness can always be nothing more than a front. Don't be so quick to let your guard down.

[ His stay in that other world before this had also involved a bit of examinations and scientists injecting all sort of drugs into him as part of his 'rehabilitation.' Even if these ones are quick to let him keep his sword and armor, he can't help but carry those misgivings with him, lest he be dragged off once more for being unable to fill in some kind of a ridiculous quota. He's lost all patience for any sort of compliance, but he is also composed enough not to lash out immediately, especially against those unarmed. ]

I am currently conducting a survey of those brought here with us to assess how many levels of dimensions they came through before arriving here. I imagine this might be your first venture from your home.

[ It's part of understanding how they all got here to begin with, though the Prismals lacked any answers for them. Nothing about the L.I.E.S. program or some unknown entity pulling the strings for all of them. Always more questions than answers. ]