[He thinks, briefly, of how to answer the question. There had been several, but the majority of them were people whose names he'd never bothered to learn. But he did know the names of a few.

He holds up one hand, ticking off the names on his fingers.]

There was Bido, Dorochet, and... Roa, I think his name was. There were a few others but we never spoke. Didn't catch their names.

[Making up names would go against the deal he made at any rate. He'd rather not risk having things get heated between them. Not when the fact that Kimbley is still in military uniform. There's an implication there that he's uncomfortably aware of.]

I'm not a chimera.

[It's a bit too defensive and he looks too on guard, but it has nothing to do with them, not really.]

Like I told you, I was supposed to be used to create the Philosopher's Stone. Some thing that looked like the man running the place had us all brought out into this holding cell made of red water. I didn't have any plans of trying to escape until some bastard accused me of lying.

I blew him up and escaped while the rest were distracted. Couldn't tell you what was going on in the floor below and honestly I don't care. I assume the rest of the prisoners were rounded up and killed, but I escaped.

That's when you showed up and offered me a job working for you.

[It's entirely truthful, but it's also the same story hes been telling, just with more details now.]

What you were doing there, I couldn't tell you. I never asked.