"Not an easy task, I imagine. Perhaps you could walk me through it over a drink?" Because where there are cities, there are bars, and where there are bars, there are people Zevran can charm into buying him wine most of the time. Nine times out of ten. It couldn't hurt to press his luck a little for the first person that seems slightly familiar in scope if not in truth.

Certain that, at least, it won't end badly, Zev flicks his hood back to free his hair, his ears, head tilted to the side as he lets his gaze drag along the machinery, and the man that made it, with open appreciation. "I find myself terribly curious."