[ He seems to tense at the creatures in the house, eyes darting as if they might attack. The Nest was known for mutated, hyperaggressive fauna after all. It'll take him time to readjust to some animals being docile. He doesn't say anything though, merely pauses in the doorway until it's clear the animals are not attacking, and... he wipes his hand anxiously on his already-ruined shirt before accepting her hand, assuming it would be more rude to refuse when she's offering.
He lets her direct him to a chair and startles slightly at seemingly nothing. ]
Oh, um... I can, probably... you don't have to, though. Um.
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He lets her direct him to a chair and startles slightly at seemingly nothing. ]
Oh, um... I can, probably... you don't have to, though. Um.
[ A little pause ]
Wh-who are you?
[ Is he in trouble? ]