Re: Third class, away from the dining room
As alien as he was to her, she was to him and he answered with a shake of his head. "No, ma'am. Only that I'm not supposed to be here." Where he was supposed to be was in the head of his Jaeger, deep in the drift, breathing in here and now and nothing else. Certainly not breathing in the air of this place, musty and sea laden, distinctly not in the now but stuck somewhere in the past in a place that was not the here he was expecting.
He wasn't expecting her to pull a wand out of her cleavage either, his eyes widening slightly. He looked (of course he looked) because even with her size, boobs were boobs and cleavage? Was fantastic. He wasn't enough of a hound dog to stare though and with a rapid blink of his eyes, his gaze was once more settled on her face.
Wand. Right. Fairies had wands. Glowing wands. "I think--" he began, and looked to the door leading to the dining room. The lights flickered overhead, too randomly to be a strobe and not quite bright enough when they hit that part of the cycle. "I think this is not the place to be. Can you walk on that ankle?" She didn't seem to be too good at flying yet, but maybe she just needed practice. Before he'd gotten good at fighting, he'd spent a lot of his time getting his ass handed to him. Could be the same thing with her. "You have a name?"