Ezra wasn't used to so much talking. The most he spoke was to Emilie, and half the time that was calming her down off of her crazy horse.
He'd spoken with Addie, but that was just the once.
He wasn't sure what to say to this one. He was rusty with social niceties, and that would be painfully clear to her in short order. If it wasn't already, that was.
"First time, someone was trying to hurt my sister, because she's a girl." And apparently 'men have needs, little bitch'. Ezra still heard that in his head, that voice right before he'd taken his first swing at a living human being, who had been trying to get Emilie to the ground.
"...what's yours?" he asked first, uncertain. He didn't know why he was uncertain, it wasn't like it mattered much anymore. Did it?