His blood runs cold for a brief moment. He considers what to say to what little he's been given. In a way it reminds him of the princess who looks to him for tactical suggestions. But this is someone who had been tried by battle and come out the other side. Shiro studies his face for a long moment.

He breathes out through his nose and nods once. "Well, at least we'll have common ground whenever we work together. I offered this to someone else but if you want me to keep my ear out for anyone from where you're from, I can. It's not a trouble to help where I can."

There's something to that dark look and the correction that makes him want to say something else. But he doesn't know enough and lets it lie.