Kimeya was grateful to hand over a few of his things to the man, and looked a bit relieved as he did so.  As long as this new pot didn't break, or he lost any of this newly purchased belongings, he'd consider this trip a success.

"Silver Street," came his short reply, his voice deep and words heavy with an accent.  This man - Elliot's look at his hair and person was not lost to Kimeya; it was simply ignored.  He considered ignoring the introduction as well, but Elliot seemed kind, or at least didn't seem offended by Kimeya's existence, so he could at least return the favor.

"Kimeya.  I will your passenger.  Nice to meet you."  He nodded again, and climbed into the cab.