His full height is far short of impressive, and Piotr watches him stall, his expression still cool but otherwise impassive. This man, his furtive air, Piotr does not trust.

The prole name is easily plausible, though his manner still doesn't quite match. "Illyan," he repeats, as if in curt confirmation. "You're clearly not one of the hillfolk. You arrived with those strangers, but you're also clearly Barrayaran. So where did you come from?"

No sense in beating around the bush on this one. Answers will help him better place this mutant in the scheme of things.