[Dist glances at the two briefly before looking over some of his notes. He had to kill time before they arrived, and had gone over what he remembered. His eyes lock on the terrified cheagle and, a second later--]
Which are you, original or replica? [He has a good guess, but might as well get it straight.]
[Action]
Which are you, original or replica? [He has a good guess, but might as well get it straight.]