Molly isn't sure how much time has passed since he settled down to rest and wait for help to come across him. He half-expect to waste away right then and there, succumbing to his wounds. Instead, he hears a voice from someone he does not recognize, and glances around frantically to find its owner.
At first glance, Chris appears to be human. He doesn't have the telltale signs of an elf's pointed ears, and his average stature eliminates most of the creatures on the shorter and taller ends of the spectrum. It's a same Chris had to meet him in such a state, as he isn't feeling up to his usual jovial antics.
Though, on the other hand, it does save him from much of the casual lies that he would normally resort to.
"Ah, seems to be my lucky day. I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of a predicament." He grins cheekily in spite of his current situation, revealing fangs though in no way could his expression be described as menacing. "Don't suppose you know any healing magic? A little Cure Wounds, perhaps?"