[Alister bears it stoically - with the Lombax Praetorian Guard all but disbanded, it isn't a surprise that someone from another plane of existence would take a fascination to his armour. He tries trying out his fur, to work as a distraction, keeping his tone calm and level.]

So I see.

I couldn't have been given a more, ah... graceful welcoming committee? Is everyone simply tossed into the sea as such?

[Shaking his boots now. Yyyep, that's gonna rust the plates.]