"Br-others," came the broken answer, as his head fairly snapped to the side. Yeah, he would definitely be feeling that later. Slav had to take one hand off of its death grip on the armrest, using it to brace around the back of his neck, as he pulled closer into the rest of his body. From a love of roller coasters, he knew it would help, even if he was dearly wishing that this current chair came with the same amount of safety features.
This was both far more extreme, and far less fun than most of the rides he loved to frequent.
With good humor, despite the circumstances (his mind was too flighty to stay an emotion like fear for too long), Slav nearly snorted in amusement over the ridiculousness of introducing each other now. "Mstislav," he pronounced the name 'Mee-see-slav,' Before he grinned, after another near snap of his neck. "Slav, just call me Slav."