A measured response, about what Viktor expected. It's funny to him how different his meetings with those from his own world were, all from the undercity. The first time Vi came and they circled carefully around each other, threats offered like jokes but meant more to be reminders. Jinx, though he never knew her name while she was here, and her far more overt threats. The way she sneered the word Zaun to him like he had little claim to it, which he supposes he doesn't and never really did.

Vi now, who was still careful until the Trench forced a level of vulnerability that broke that ice. Silco is just as familiar in all the same ways, like an old ache. Viktor watches him and falls back to those habits so easily, keeping his expression placid, only a sharp, careful curiosity in his gaze giving him away.

"It takes some getting used to, the open air," he settles on after a moment. "To be perfectly honest with you I don't particularly enjoy eh... beating around the bush, is what they say? I think I know who you are. If I'm right they called you a revolutionary, when I was a boy. You and Vander."