Tristian suppressed a groan, though he was still focused mostly on the fitting process, "You don't have anything interesting about yourself. Anything to tell? How can that be?" it seemed impossible to Tristian. He always had something to say about himself, even if it was needless fluff. It was something to say. "Like what were you doing before Yasu snapped you up and you ended up in this crazy world? What did you want to do? Did you go to college?"