Yet another of the flying things swooped down and he cringed, staring at it with a conflicted look, like he was frightened of it and yet trying to figure out if he was allowed to look on it with wonder. Part of him wanted to be delighted by this place but now he was so unsure of what was going on that he couldn't be.

In answer to her question, he slowly got up, still shaking. Quieter and less crowded sounded better.

He kept his distance from her, though. Now that he knew that he wasn't dead he was acutely aware of the fact something could make him that way, and she -

She was something strange. She was strong enough to hold onto a roof of an escape vehicle as it swerved around, and she'd had an iron grip on him when she was flying, and she could fly.

Now he was keeping his distance, not entirely sure of what she was but still willing to follow if it meant water and a meal.