Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
To say the joke went over his head doesn't accurately describe the blank, blinking look Iskra offers the woman he suddenly comes across. Part of it's because her voice send such a startling thrill through him that he almost loses grip on the igneous rock and stumbles back down, and not that the ledge he just hiked up is particularly large, but the way missing even a single step on a staircase feels horrendously unbalancing and terrifying, so his stomach is convinced he'll plummet to his imminent demise. The other part is that once he does recover enough with a swallow and a lick of his lips, is that she's lounging on the hot ground as if getting a sun-tan, or maybe a lava-tan. Lava-crisp?"What?" is all he can scrounge up at first, openly gawking. She does add more to it, and he does adjust to the unexpected addition of her in this travel, quickly noting the features that mark her an Ancient and tie up a few of the loose ends. "Oh, uh, yeah, good point." Maybe she's a shitologist? "Bit of an adjustment for me from Halo," he offers as a bit more explanation for his statement, anticipating some kind of grimace from her in response he already buffers a smile out. "This your usual lay out spot?"
