Er, yeah. It looked like a shooting star-- and something similar happened the night before, too, so I came to see what it was. And it was you.

Um, you're not from around here, right? Your clothes look kinda foreign, you don't have a warp band and... [He looks down at the ground again, frowning a little] ... I'm pretty sure we don't make shackles. Unless you're a runaway criminal, but I don't think you are one.