So wat's yer name, kid?	*a tall, lanky boy looks at you unblinkingly, then answers with a hint of an Austrian accent* Matthias Kartov.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	*continuing to watch you* I have no nick name.
Where you from, anyways?	*expressionlessly* I am from Osterreich...you would say Austria.
Whadd'a yah look like?	*still staring* Are you blind? *he is around 6'2" with short, blond hair that is so pale it's nearly white and cold blues eyes. He would be attractive if not for his disconcerting way of staring at people unblinkingly, as he is now, and the complete lack of expression of his face*
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	*shortly* No.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	Nothing important. *he usually carries nothing in his pockets except for loose change*
How'd you find 'da place?	I was on the boat to America, then I came here. *he stops, obviously not intending to go into any more detail*
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	I drink. *stares*
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	*a slight hesitation is the only clue that he was thrown off-guard by this question* No.
Who's yah best friend?	I have no friends, I do not need them.
Got any woyds tah live by?	*finally and abruptly breaks his gaze* No, now go away.