There's a vaguely familiar look to Zane. They've never met face to face, he's certain of that. He must be from one of the Great Houses or at least a hidden half-breed child of one of the nobles. That would explain the familiar features. For the moment, he's leaning toward a Great House, given the level of familiar features and skill.

Kelsier rubs his chin as he regards him. So, he knows who he is but isn't actively trying to kill him for the moment. He's confident but it's strange... it's the sort of arrogance he would have expected from anyone of Noble blood that knows him as Survivor.

Very strange. Well, he'll play along for now, until he can learn more and decide if this will be a problem. "All right," he says with a smile, "You're obviously skilled and know who I am." He gestures with a scarred hand, the who he is part is the easier of the two. "I'd like to have your name before we decide if we're actually going to kill each other or not," he says lightly.