[The blue head leaned closer, quite eager to prove, through contact, that he was real. Gyoro held back, looking as irked as always, as if offended by the implication.]
Huh? N-no, not really. I'm used to them. [As if to prove, he easily hefted himself upright, and pivoted his torso a little. The dragons shifted to and fro, trying to assist his balance. Their nervous systems could not communicate, but still the trio had a good sense for each other's movements... most of the time.
After that, Ashton held out his hand to the young girl.] I'm Ashton. Ashton Anchors.