[Well, that's a reaction he hadn't anticipated. The attempt to stumble away, the muttered words that don't quite make sense, and Julian blinks his one visible eye with a glitter like sunlight on ice. He takes one step forward, hand extended in an expression of concern, stops himself at the last.]

What's this, then? Capture? Prison?

[Should he be concerned? He's a little concerned. The words are a reference to this place, perhaps? It seems alright to him, in comparison to what he came from. No gaping social divide, no ugly disparity between one set of citizens and the other, not as far as he can see. Everyone here has been quite hospitable, so far.]

My dear, are you quite all right? I'm a doctor, you know. If you ah, if you need any assistance?