[It wasn't exactly a request. He would have thought about it, if he hadn't been so distracted and confused by... well. Everything. But he's at least speaking to some one clearly knowledgeable and intelligent, and that goes a long way towards earning his respect already.]

Hubert. Hubert Ozwell.

[He nods to Zelda, forgoing any sort of 'nice to meet you's for the moment, simply listening to her shortened explanation after that.]

... I see. [the idea that anyone could be dragged away from their home forcefully without their knowledge doesn't sit well with him, but it makes him wonder... could his friends be here, too? Getting dry and warm could wait - they were more important.]

Could you tell me if there's a young man named Asbel Lhant in this place? Or... a rather... noisy woman named Pascal?