[Jaime sets down his phone, leaning over to shake Erik's hand. He glances down at Erik's wrist, trying to gauge whether or not he's an imPort (it's a difficult one to tell, unless someone's clothes or behaviour marks them as being different), but it's a quick gesture, and he can't seem to get a good look at it anyway.

Best to assume he's just another native, though Jaime privately thinks that any native would be a fool to move to an imPort city. They don't have the greatest track record in the world.]

Welcome to De Chima, then, [he says, smiling politely.] I'm Jaime. I don't actually live here, but I've been often enough, if you've got any big questions.