Proxima
"Are you from Barix? Or Kas—"
"I'm a hermit, sort of." Varian explained with a straight face.
Technically, humans were something like a hermit to the rest of the world—living alone for long without any contact with others.
"A hermit…that explains your weird clothes and old accent. Are you from a village that closed up after the war, eh?" The Captain nodded at his own question.
He decided Varian's situation for him. Maybe he just didn't want to dig too much. Sometimes, it's better for things to remain unknown.
"Then I presume you don't have an ID of any sort and traveling with us for us to vouch for you at the spaceport." The Captain said.
"You're smart." Varian nodded.