Kuja looks up, scowling. "It's disgusting. Whoever left this house couldn't have possibly been gone for more than a week; there's still jewelry and underthings in the drawers. It's as though someone died."
He pauses a moment to take in the appearance of the person in front of him. "I don't believe we've met, before. I take it you weren't, ah. Recovered, at the same time I was."