You don't want to know. I know you don't want to know. That's why you need to know before you come across him yourself.

We're going to go out for a drink.

[Nothing to help the news of Ryslig go down like a glass of whiskey. She makes her way towards a bar she knows serves their sort, her tail curling around itself into knots.]

You don't actually know him yet. He's also from seventy years in the future.