[ His Scholar's heart despairs, even though he knows that not all of them are from the same Earth as he is. He's been lucky in that regard. But still—to be so ignorant of the world around them... it eats at Wolfe, not knowing everything, and he's had a head start. For him, his fellows, and his students, admitting to not knowing something is akin to admitting failure.

He's trying not to ascribe the same judgment here. Trying, and failing more often than not.

He's doing a little bit better at not lecturing when he finds a weak spot in one of their number's knowledge bases, at least. ]

Every culture has its own celebrations. Christmas is one observed by many.

[ If Anduin is looking at Wolfe when he says that he's from "out of town," it might be possible to guess that Wolfe understands exactly what that means. ]

There are many of us that just came to Santa Rosita. I don't believe I've met them all yet.