[ Seventeen, six feet tall, purple hair. That's quite a description, and more than unique enough for Reiner. He nods. ]

Sure, I'll keep an eye out for your friend.

[ And then comes that question about Eren.

To his credit, Reiner doesn't falter. He couldn't have maintained his cover for five years if every awkward question fazed him—even if he's still mulling over the possibility that he might have a type. ]

We come from the same … world, I guess it's called? [ He shakes his head, huffing a half-laugh. ] Sorry, the idea of different worlds is still a little much.