[He files away every piece of information she gives him silently as he watches her speak, keeping his attention on her movements. Not that he thinks she's suddenly going to attack him, but perhaps they hadn't got off to the best of starts.

Norway clasps his hands in front of him and his gaze is passive even in the face of this barrage of information. When she's finished, he gives himself a few moments to absorb what he's been told, then closes his eyes briefly. He takes a breath, exhales slowly, and nods once]

One question, to begin. Who are you?