"Oh?" That's news to Esteban. The previous time-- the previous time this had happened to him, he'd been... younger. He'd been fresh-faced in a sea of weary people. So being one of the firsts is... new.

"You've got a pretty accent--" he adds, half without really thinking about it. There's something about his companion's cadence and calm that is soothing. A bit like his grandfather's voice in some ways.

"So-- what's the worst thing that you got bitt'n by?" he asks, with a hint of mischief to his voice. There's some curiosity, but also some understanding that he's prodding at something maybe a little painful. Seeing if he's allowed to nudge at it, or if he better back off.