"Scar," the former lion offered as he began picking at his meal with a visible degree of disinterest, considering there was hardly anything lying on his plate that he deemed to be remotely edible. "A pleasure to meet you indeed, though I don't suppose you might want to share your real name rather than what the nurses call you?"

He supposed such a question didn't hurt in establishing what were hopefully useful relations with the poor fools here. Scar even offered the other man a brief smile that was polite and almost pleasant - he didn't quite succeed in masking his annoyance completely, after all.