He seems rather pleased that she sat next to him - he's been about 50/50 so far on Chosen that like him, so this is a pleasant change of pace. "I'm afraid you can go to where you intended, at least not yet. Not until the round is finished."

He summons up a cup of tea for himself, taking a small sip with blue lips before explaining, "I am an Arcana. I am one of seventeen who are competing for the World. I am Death, the Thirteenth of our number. But I have taken the name Mortimer for this round of Synodiporia - that is to say, the tournament we are competing in."