[Desert heat, he got used to - the dripping humidity of the state was miserable, and layovers were even worse. While they had made care to avoid having too man unawares people in their part of the terminal, there's always a few, and this man seems one of them.

The Knight looks up when he heard the voice, a little cautious, but he didn't see the harm in entertaining his ... oh, wait he's the elder in this scenario]

What sort of game?

[His accent was odd, as if French and German had a baby and left it on it's own]