[He's still on high alert, full of adrenaline and nervous energy from the near-fall, and the sound of a voice he didn't expect has him whirling to face her, and there's a moment where one could almost see the calculations running through his head. The area's open, but with the sinkhole behind him and the footing around him unsure, she's blocking the best escape route. Can he fight? Maybe, but he'd rather let himself get captured than take on a fight solo, and he can't get a good bearing on her ability just from a look. Spellcaster? Most likely, since he can't see an obvious weapon or armor, but why shell out for the fancy flying broom when you can just magic yourself up in the air? No way, if she's affording that then she's either a bigger name than he wants to tangle with or has the backing of an organization he's definitely not touching.

That's about as far as he gets, mind flying through these possibilities in a single moment, before he realizes that her expression isn't aggressive, and the question was one of concern. There's a moment where he seems lost, straightening up and clearing his throat - no ma'am, you didn't just see me panicking, and if you did, it was some other dashing purple fellow.]

Uh. Yeah, all in one piece, no thanks to this big hole comin' up out'a nowhere.
Might be a bit lost, though. Think you can point me in the direction of Drezen?