[Most of the places that Sampo stays are like this-- small, basic, easily abandoned if need be. That's how he's had to live, being a fugitive from a capricious space god. The heater starts up with an asthmatic little noise; it's probably getting close to its last legs. But for now, it works, and it doesn't take much to warm up such a small space.]

[While Gepard watches him, he goes to one of the cabinets and pulls out a first-aid kit, for the bite he left on the Captain's throat. That'll have to be taken care of, before he sends Gepard back to meet his guards. They'll certainly still notice it, but it won't be as alarming as having the guy show up with an open wound.]

[Gepard asks for his name, and introduces himself. Sampo's half surprised that he's bothered to ask.]

I already know who you are. [He's an off-worlder pretending to be a native, he's not stupid.] You're the Silvermane guard's golden boy. The savior of Belobog! Who doesn't know you in this town?

[As for giving a name of his own... well, he'd really like to stay off of the Silvermane's radar for as long as possible. Granted, Gepard could probably track down his real name if he tried hard enough, but why make it easy for him?]

[He brings the kit over and sets it on the couch next to Gepard, flipping the lid open to reveal its contents-- bandages, antiseptic, the usual.] You can call me Figaro.

[It's unlikely that Gepard knows much about theater, so it'll be a private little joke for him.]

Let me clean your neck up, Captain. You can't go out in public looking like that!