(For the sake of Brevity, and since it is understood that the two characters can understand each other, all posts will now be written in entirely English.)

Averting his eyes for a moment, he placed his attention off of the woman's face and to the windows. He put a hand on a standing bar to steady himself. Sweeping images and drawn lines crossing the portal in rapid succession, moving so quickly that even his eyes couldn't catch a proper glimpse. Whatever fueled this immense vehicle was likely the reason he was here. Even though he was on the receiving end of the magic wand that had waved itself over his life, he didn't remember a second of it. Even the memory that had danced at the back of his head just a moment ago had faded into obscurity. Trying to remember it was a futile effort, maybe it was better that way. Despite knowing nothing about what came before, he felt in his heart that it was a terrible fate.

Turning back to the woman, only now noticing that she had responded to him. Honestly he had missed a bit of what she said, but he got the most of it. Multiversal train, somehow got on board, so on and so forth. Dodging the question of what her identity was, somewhere in his core he knew this was a sign of a deceitful individual. His face drew into a frown and he let out a bit of a sigh. 

Once again he spoke, this time a bit more confident with his speech. Knowing now that she could understand his words.[color=a36209]"Ma'am I don't know how I got here. I was hoping that you would have an answer for me, but it seems as though you've gone straight from pleasantries to fury."[/color] Suddenly his heart stuck cold in his chest, he paused. 

A hot wave of fear found its way through his veins as the word left him. For a moment his eyes widened, his pupils dilated into tiny lines and his fists clenched tightly. The bar in his hand folded inwards, the squeal of metal being crushed and twisted filled the cabin. 

[color=a36209]"I-"[/color] He paused for a moment, not knowing why he was filled with such primal fear over a word. It took him a few moments to compose himself before he spoke again. Even though he had visibly calmed himself, his right hand still clenched the crushed bar tightly. [color=a36209]"I don't know what kind of person I am, I can hardly remember my own name. But somehow I know that I'm not the sort of person to threaten Ma'am."[/color]

Despite a primal fear still burning hot in his blood, the man had no fear of the woman. Somehow looking at her weapons gave him a sense of comfort, they were primitive to him. They looked clunky and awkward, designed for singular tasks rather than being universal tools. Weapons were familiar and yet his own past wasn't, he was loathe to think about who he was before. Knowledge of war and bloodshed, but none of his own life, like he was a soldier bred in a lab for the sake of spilling blood. The idea unsettled him.

[color=a36209]"If you don't know why I'm here, and I don't know why I'm here. I figure somehow your magic has something to do with that, you speak about it as though it's your doing. So why don't you explain, since you seem to be in the know?"[/color] With a firm tone about his voice, he asked her again for an explanation. Though she was armed, he had accidentally found a depth of his own ability on accident a moment ago. While he wasn't angry, he was growing impatient. This place was strange and with no knowledge of who he was and where he was, he at least wanted to know why he was.