"I’d say so." Cu laughed a little. "You’re the first- eh, sorry, second -Lancer I’ve met, so far." he smiled, relaxing a bit. Guy didn’t seem like he wanted to pick a fight- a lot of the Servants were still pretty confused about what was going on, and were still going through battle throes, trying to continue the mission they were brought here for.
That same, familiar scent caught his attention again, and he frowned.
"You seem familiar… Where’re you from?"
“There’s another? Interesting.”
The last part rolls out awkwardly, though was followed by a chuckle.
It was funny to call another that when in the war he participated in,
there was but one Lancer, which was him. It was stranger to know
that he wasn’t being hostile. Servants were always at each other’s
necks..
The question and the sudden change of expression made
Diarmuid’s brow perk with interest.
"..Ireland. Why do you ask?“