"Oh, sorry about that, didn't mean to startle you. Didn't hurt yourself did you?" Stefan asked as he shook Mary's hand in earnest with a smile on his face, though he frowned a bit when she got to the "bitch" comment. Whether he picked up on the fakeness of the woman's smile and her forced tones was anyone's guess. He didn't show it if he did, but it was hard to imagine someone like him being two-faced like that, much too honest and well meaning for that. "I'm Stefan Stein and I never kept track of what people called me, though I guess I'm one of those wierdos you mentioned, hahaha. I've picked up on a lot of stuff of late but I never learned to handle knives or any weapons like that, it's really cool that you can do that. It's 'cause I don't really like hurting others, bad guys or not, I'd much rather just help people instead, you know?".

Speaking of helping people and before he could tell her about his powers (not their origins though, he still wasn't keen on talking about all that having died stuff), Stefan could hear a scream coming from the plane. Turning around, he saw someone rolling down the airstairs and right into the ground, and not in the cool acrobatic way but in the "landed like a sack of potatoes, holy crap is that guy okay" way. Forgetting about Mary, he dashed right to where Samuel had faceplanted without saying a word to her. It was just the natural thing for him to do. "Talk about the dangers of being a hero, eh?" He quipped as he knelt next to the fallen man, trying to help him up. "You okay there bro? You're looking a bit...diffuse".