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Idris Khalid|| Σήθ (Set/Seth/Sutekh) (counterbalance) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Idris shook the woman's outstretched hand, a tad surprised she'd cracked and finally told him her name. The information was filed away for later usage, should it be necessary. He broke the handshake at the right moment, not wishing to invade her space.

"Yeah, it's Idris. It's nice to meet you, Tanya. This has hands down been the most eventful meeting I've had yet with anyone from Pax." He laughed and shook his head, not disbelieving what had happened but still entertained by the notion that everything had gotten crazy so fast. Tanya was safe, and yet something in him had unashamedly delighted in the turmoil and the struggle, the utter random, near chaotic feel that the altercation had been composed of--save for Tanya's quick reflexes. Now those had certainly been controlled, near instinctive motions. She really was Ripley 2.0.

Idris' eyebrows arched as she continued to converse with him, her remarks certainly fueled by adrenaline or sheer annoyance--maybe a combination of both. She had spunk, he'd have to give her that. But he really was in too good of a mood to be offended. This morning was far too exciting to allow a sour disposition to take hold of him, and such a thing was rare to begin with, anyway.

"I think you had everything under control," he said, wondering if he should've maybe ran faster to reach her sooner. He wouldn't dwell on the matter, for what ultimately counted was that she was safe, if cranky. "Guess you probably want to finish your run now, yeah?" Unless she was still too shaken from the man-bear's attack. He could always offer to walk her back to Pax, although he had a feeling she'd decline.