Viktor can't help it, he snorts at that like it's a joke. He makes no comment at least, feels a familiar unease that he could laugh at. Deeply ingrained both topside and under to recognize people best handled carefully, despite the fact they're both damned squids hiding from a creature that hurts to look at in a damp cave.

"Near Emberlift Alley," he confirms instead. "I was accepted into the Academy as a young man and moved there after. Half a life in both." His eyes settle on the octopus, wondering idly what its name was rather than carefully watching any reaction to that. "I did hear you lived later. Piltover calls you the industrialist, the undercity is more... hushed."