Candice watched as the light seemed to take shape into a figure and the details appeared as the light faded. She gasped lightly as the figure fell, adjusting his body so he would land on his feet. She watched as he studied himself, as though he was confused. As he tried to use his teeth to take out the gem, she recalled the footage she saw last month and how it seemed as though the gems were really important physiologically to the strangers, and it was apparent that the same fact applied to this person. This person was the same as those strangers. Her body instinctively and immediately tensed when the man turned to look at her, and before she even knew it, he ran forwards and tackled her to the ground, causing her to let out a yelp as she was knocked to the ground and she looked up at him. Normally, if someone tackled to the ground it was so they could try and kill her. But with this youth, she didn't see malice or fear in his eyes, but childish curiosity and he wore an innocent grin, so she didn't move to strike back. When he took off her glasses she blinked rapidly as her vision became blurred. As he looked at her glasses and tried them on, she said to him politely "Could you please give me back my glasses?" Soon enough he did and she gave a "Thank you," in response. She at first wondered if he was able to speak, but the question in her mind was answered as he asked her his questions. She opened her mouth to answer, but before a word could even escape, her mouth slammed shut, her eyes widened and, possibly for the first time in her entire life, her face rose into a violent, deep red blush. She lightly swatted his hand away from her [s]small[/s] chest as she somewhat pleaded with her embarrassment and discomfort with this situation showing in her voice, "Stop that! Yes, my chest is supposed to be like that!" She then cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure (this honestly was the first time she ever lost her cool while she was on a mission), before she said to the figure above her, "To answer your questions, I know vaguely as to what you are, but I do not know who you are. I am a human, but my name is Candice Ghoste," She then requested "Could you please let me stand? It is difficult to hold a conversation like this..."