The book tumbled to the grass as Orpheus raised both hands and backed up. "I'm sorry. Sorry. I just wanted to see what you were doing. I'm not used to people acknowledging I'm there when I observe them like this." He said, expressionless.  He thought about for just a second, his left eye now without purpose and rolling around randomly in his head. "I just now realized how bad that sounds, but I'm from another world and we have a pretty unique situation going on there."

This was actually bad. He had no idea what that weapon was, no clue what would happen if she fired it. He had to deescalate the situation. "My name is Orpheus and Euryale. You can use either one, I don't mind which. You can think of me as something of a scholar of humanity. This is kind of what I do, I study people to try and figure out what they're doing, what they're thinking. I once watched a man contemplate a leaf for sixty-seven straight years and then eat it. He never even looked up. I'm still not sure what was going on there. I'm sorry for babbling like this. You might not be able to tell, but I'm really quite afraid right now. Is this a gun? What does it fire?"
[@Drifting Pollen]