“I’m sorry?” the man asked in a perplexed tone. He stood his ground as soon as the man stepped backwards. Knowing his manners, he did not want to make the stranger feel uncomfortable, so he gave him as much space as needed. The lanky man then began to wrack his head for what he might have just said. His memory was never a reliable source for digging up past occurrences, and as such there was a short moment of silence between the two as the man forces himself to remember. “You mean when I stated that I tend to daydream?” The man straightened himself, noticing his slaking posture. He usually began to slightly hunch when interacting with other people. It was a terrible vice he needed to eliminate for good. “Well, yes. I do daydream quite often. Quite often it does make me... dissociate unintentionally. Once again, I am terribly sorry for this intrusion. I do hope you can forgive me.” It was clear this man, while lacking in social skills, was well-mannered.