[Kadoc, wincing at the wobble of the sedan and straining to maintain his light shield helper up over his head, casts a glance over at his mountain of a questmate aa he recovers the breath that took to hold steady.]

. . . What'd you do back home?

[He has some guesses, but you can't judge by appearance, he knows. Maybe this guy had been a pastry chef! And not the military man he certainly comes off as, between his bearing and his polite language.]

That's probably the best place to start. But depending on your position, I can see why it might be hard to work back into it in here.