Well she was certainly recovering well from her unexpected tumble, it seemed concern at her physical well-being had been unnecessary. Though it seemed she hadn't quite gotten over the embarrassment of the whole thing. A sudden widening of her eyes brought curiosity crossing Antoine's own features, though he certainly didn't attempt to pry. Perhaps she was simply one who thought and felt as much with gesture and look as with mind- it certainly wasn't a rare occurrence. 'Hands-on' learners did that the most, didn't they?

Antoine pondered the thought absently, his own grin remaining wide as ever as he quietly noted the series of motions, looks and facial changes that marked her as finally having collected herself. And indeed, her next words were spoken stronger and more surely than before, as she introduced herself...

Oh...

Antoine's own eyes widened at her name, his wide smile falling to a gape of surprised recognition for a moment, before he wrested control of himself once more. Of all the people who could possibly come tumbling through his doorway, [i]Pauline Weber[/i]?

It explained why he didn't recognizer her from the shift meeting -though he certainly didn't remember every last person who was there... just the ones with bouncing curly hair or ranking authority. And despite all of the cryo-techs knowing full well how her name was connected to the now-verified rumors of the last shift, she hadn't exactly been one they'd sought out to meet in-person. 

Guilt-by-association, or something similar. None of the third-shift techs had any [i]reason[/i] to feel ashamed around her. Yet, between the rumors, second-hand-tales and noticeably-tighter security, even Antoine felt a moment of hesitation at her name.

But he couldn't let that control him, what kind of tech, what kind of medic would he be, then? No, his smile returned as sure as ever, though he didn't laugh despite her invitation, opting to shake his head and raise a hand in polite denial. [i]That[/i] felt oddly liberating, actually, as if pleading innocent to some preposterous charge. He lowered his hand only to raise it again, feeling better and more control by the moment.

"He fit an english folktale more than a trickster god when I named him, guess he deceived me there." Antoine knelt where he had been standing, dropping down to eye level with Ms. Weber as he followed her gaze to his... Charge fit with 'designated and privileged keeper', right? "And no, he doesn't like being picked up in the least. Coyote might actually fit, cat or canine, I hear he was quite the capricious god, himself. In fact..."

Raising his hand once more, before realizing it wouldn't quite fit with his next words, Antoine leaned forwards, hoping to catch Mowzer's attention as he spoke again.

[i]"Yá'át'ééh!"[/i] The words rolled off his tongue and around his teeth with barely a trip or stutter. [i]"Shí 'éí Syi Antoine yinishyé. 'Ádóne'é nishłínígíí 'éí Bellamy Dine'é nishłį Eadoré ’éí bá shíshcíín. Bilagáana ’éí dinééh nishłí. Áłtsé hashké yinishly?"[/i]

Antoine paused after he spoke, eyeing Mowzer expectantly... to no avail. The bengal continued to sit and groom, finally looking up only to pass his gaze from Antoine to Ms. Weber, offer them a loud, disapproving meow, then return to his bathing ritual.

"Well then," He did chuckle then, looking back to Ms. Weber before him. "I guess he's not Coyote after all."

(( Translation (roughly) = 'Greetings! My name is Antoine, I am Bellamy born for Eadoré, and in this way I am a white man. Is your name Coyote?' ))