The giggle did manage to ease the tension a bit, at least it didn't sound like there was any malice to it at all, just a genuine giggle. [color=f26522]"Just proves that the Janitors are damn good at their jobs"[/color] That was a... Decent response. [color=f26522]"I was trying to escape the crowd, a bit suffocating in there"[/color] He gestured to the main room, adding some truth to his words. She looks to his tail, that seemed to be a far better subject for the moment. He could talk about his tail. That didn't set off anxieties. [color=f26522]"Oh, this old thing?"[/color] He looked down to his tail, the pain of the fall still fresh in his mind. [color=f26522]"Nah, I've put this tail through far worse. It's a miracle it hasn't gone crooked yet"[/color] As he spoke, his hand reached down to get a firm grip and twist the appendage, small cracks being heard as if he were a chiropractor snapping a loose bone back into place.

After a few moments, a small finer in his mind began to poke him relentlessly. There was something he needed to say. Something polite. SOmething that's normal to do when meeting a friendly stranger who you don't suspect will rob and/or stab you repeated;y. [color=f26522]"Oh, AESCHEl. Aeschel. My name is Aeschel"[/color] Hand out, rigid and propper. [color=f26522]"And it is nice to meet you"[/color]