"Ah, it seems I have been here more than not of late," Aramis says, mustering a smile as he guides this man to a bench to sit, easing him down as carefully as he can. "But I am originally from Paris. This may sound quite strange, but I do not normally look like this. The perils of this place," he offers, standing up straight in front of this gentleman and rolling up the sleeves of this horrifically large tunic. "I went through a door and came out a woman. My name is Aramis, however. Will you tell me your name? I can get you something to drink and tend to your wounds, if you need such assistance, as well."