Nor is this my study. [Now that there's not something pointed at him, Salieri will push himself to his feet, moving to straighten out what he is wearing...which is far more white than he prefers, and cannot help temporarily wrinkling his nose]

...well...Mademoiselle Maya and Monsieur, ah, Varian, was it?

[At least he was paying enough attention to grasp that--but he's turning most of his attention towards Maya.] It seems that whatever this place is, none of us are familiar with it.