[At first Dorian is almost protective of the wheeled duck, regal in visage. It wasn't, actually, but when he was a boy, he'd always imagined it that way. He does smile, and it's a fond one. He doesn't have many fond memories of home. Most of them are too colored by things that happened more recently, but to find this quaint little vehicle, here of all places...]

Why yes it is a duck, a wheeled duck, with a convenient storage hollow in his back for a mischievous young man's secret treasures.

[He holds the duck closer so that Cisco might see it.]

He was my stalwart companion when I was very young. Serrah Anatis or... "Mister Duck." To be fair, I was four.