Kieairakitty

The bartender brought a straw to the Miqo'te and she placed it inside her drink and spun around once more on her stool. She watched the interaction between the dark-haired Hyur and the rude Seeker male, and smirked. "Touchy subject." She murmured to no one in particular as she rolled the straw around her mouth with her tongue. She chuckled to herself as the Seeker left and turned back to the bar, placing her glass upon the counter. "Silly boys..." She remarked, again to no one in particular, the drinks having lightened her mood somewhat. "Thanks." She finally said to the Hyur male seated near to her, waving a hand at him. "For the drink." Each time she spoke, she never bothered to remove the straw from her mouth.

Kieaira was busy looking through the basket of food the driver had handed over to her. There were plenty of vegetables ... no meat though. Ah well, vegetable stew it was! She lifted her head at Claviers comment about Lorielle and Tobias. She glanced in their direction and nodded her head. "Mmhm... Like an old married couple." She looked over at Lorielle as she came back to the cart, pausing to answer Claviers question. "Business." She said softly, not offering any more detail than that. Whatever she was going to Gridania for, she seemed to want to keep to herself. "Lorielle...." she said softly. "I don't suppose you found a pot in those crates?" She looked back down at the basket, sure she could easily make up a stew, but it would be pretty darn hard without something to cook it in.

"So I've been told..." She murmured, reaching for the new drink, and raising it to her lips, however, before she takes a drink, she sniffs it first, checking for any strange scents that shouldn't be there. "Limsa is my next stop." She shrugged, and took a small sip, followed by a large gulp seeming satisfied that the drink was fine, her cheeks felt warmer and had turned a bit red, from the drinks she had already taken. Last one... She promised herself. Or you'll end up in custody ... or worse! She giggled softly at her own private joke, though perhaps it just came off as her having had a bit too much to drink. "I'm used to males like that, my tribe is just full of arrogant assholes." She sneered, before waving to the bartender once more. Once he was close she would look up at him, a grin on her lips. "Can I have a straw?"

The dirty-blonde haired Miqo'te woman turning her head over her shoulder to toss a casual glance towards the Elezean, from where the clapping sound had come from, she raises a brow and shakes her head turning her attention back to her glass. Slowly she raps her fingers against the side of the glass, causing the tips of her fingers to grow wet from condensation. "A drink...?" She wrinkled her nose, but paused to think before completely denying it. It would save me some gil... I just hope I don't have to crack this guy upside the head if he expects something for it. "Sure." She said finally, raising the glass to her lips to gulp down the cold liquid. "I could do with one more." She chuckled softly. "I warn you though, I've met enough sleaze in here tonight, it will be hard to change my mind about it."

The female Seeker raised her brow in response to the new voice and his comment. "It's called sarcasm." She rolled her eyes again, as the bartender slid a glass down to her, raising it to her lips she mumbled. "Boys club in here..." She was, however, glad that the male Seeker had found someone else to direct his attention on, rude comments or not, she was not fond of those of her kind, and this kind of male was exactly why. She occupied her mouth with her drink, not wanting to get into it again so soon after her previous encounter. I need to find a new hangout... Perhaps its' time I head back to Limsa? Losing herself in her thoughts as the other men spoke, and quite content not to intrude, for the time being anyways.

"Fiery? Hmm..." She finished off her drink and placed the glass back on the counter. Slowly she stood from her stool, her blonde tail swaying from side to side as she took the few steps from where she was to the table where the male Miqo'te sat. She slammed her hands down on the table as she bent forward, her loose purple shirt hanging loosely from her form. "I think my -little- friend here, thinks I am pretty sweet." She smiled giving a wink, as she lowered her voice to just above a whisper. "Take a good long look sweetheart, it might be the last thing you ever see." She stood back up slowly, and turned around, flicking her tail back at the male, before returning to her seat. She spun around on the stool, putting her back to the other Miqo'te and waved to the bartender to serve her up another drink. "Never a dull moment."

A slow yawn crossed her lips, as her tongue darted out to run across her upper teeth, before closing her mouth and looking in the direction of the Hyur male whom had spoken first. "They never learn." She had in fact noticed the other Miqo'te male peering at her as she re-entered and sat down, but said nothing on it ... at least not right away. His words were heard clear enough. She wrinkled her nose and glared in his direction. "I'm sorry ... did you see frosting on my breasts while you were staring?" She stated, reaching back for her drink, and taking a single gulp. "Yea, didn't think so, keep the pet names to yourself." The female turned in her seat to face the Hyur male, and let forth a soft laugh. "You'd think being in a tavern, of such high quality, there would be some gentlemen." She laughed and rolled her eyes, taking another gulp of the cool liquid.

She raised the cold glass to her lips, closing her eyes and draining about half of the liquid, before placing the glass back on the counter, a bit more rough that she had planned, a few droplets sprayed from the glass onto the counter. The Miqo'te woman shrugged and spun around on her stool, aquamarine eyes examining those around the tavern, perhaps for conversation ... perhaps just out of curiosity ... only time would tell.

Kieaira's cheeks flushed lightly. "Ah ... well ... I wasn't really in any danger ... I was keeping back." She shifted her spot on the cart. "I'm not a fighter ... so best to stay out of the way." She let forth a soft, nervous laugh, and looked around. "I guess this isn't the worst place to spend the night..." She moved again, this time crawling back into the cart to start looking through the crates. "Wonder if I can find---" "Oi!" Her words were cut off by the drivers sudden return. "What are you doing?" "Oh ... I was hoping there was some food or a tent or something." "Here." He said throwing a bagged tent that landed at the bottom of the cart, before passing over a basket of food. "I ran back to Black Brush to pick up some things." He offered a brief explanation for his absence. "Do what you want with it." Once more the driver wandered off, leaving the travelers to put together a temporary camp. "Well ... I can cook if nothing else." She muttered to herself, looking back towards Tobias. "Can you start a fire? And someone will need to set up the tent... Err ... X'ahce?" She bit down on her lower lip, seeming very nervous to be speaking to the otherwise quiet Seeker.

Kieaira left the wood with Tobias and walked back towards the cart nearby, close enough that she could still speak with Tobias if need be. She pulls herself up onto the side of the cart, pushing one of the crates back so she could sit comfortably without being too close to Clavier. She glances towards X'ahce whom had been rather quiet lately ... it didn't sit well with her, and should he look her way he might notice the slight wrinkling of her nose in distaste, before she would hastily look away. "I wonder if there's any food in these boxes..." she murmured, raising her head to look for any labels, since the driver had gone off somewhere on his own. She gave a small shrug, and figured she would ask when he returns, turning her attention back to the Hyur male. "How are you feeling?" She said softly, brushing the ivory locks from her face.

Kieaira let out a slow breath, she was visibly shaking but shook her head 'No' in response to Clavier. "You should be resting!" She looked back towards the cart, before reaching down to pick up the fallen wood. "Come on." She said, starting to walk back towards the others. The driver led the chocobos over to the shade of a nearby tree and secured them, dropping a few gyshal greens on the ground to keep them satisfied until he could get their feed from the cart, which was nearby, just off to the side of the road. "There's some sleeping bags and I think a tent in one of the crates ... find them." He waved his hand dismissively towards Lorielle, since she was among one of the only ones not injured and responsive. His blue eyed gaze shifting towards Kieaira and Clavier as they made their way back over. The driver huffed and began to walk off once more, clearly annoyed ... from the unexpected stop? Or perhaps his tiff with Tobias? It was unclear, but Kieaira knew better than to try and find out ... she didn't want to be near him alone at the very least. She dropped the wood on the ground near the tree. "I can't make a fire ... but here..." She looked towards Tobias, hoping he would know what to do.

Kieaira's face was slowly loosing the redness as she wandered away from the caravan, picking up small twigs and sticks that could at least be used as a starter for the fire. She was still trying to figure out why the driver had been so .... affectionate ... was the word she would choose to describe the playful smack to her rear. "Maybe this trip was a bad idea..." She started talking to herself, as she searched for more wood, walking further from the cart, she was worried about possibly being attacked by a beast, but she wanted time for the incident to leave everyones mind. "No ... No ... I need to go back ... I just hope he's not still there..." She sighed, bending down to pick up a larger stick, placing it in the pile in her arms, but a slight movement drew her attention. Walking along the stick was a little black beetle ... a harmless creature but with the way Kieaira let out a loud scream you would think she had been shot. She screamed loud enough for it to be heard back at the cart, dropping the sticks and twigs and brushing at her clothes as she whimpered. BUGS! UGH! WHY?!?!

Kieaira turns to Lorielle and nods her head. "I'm staying as well ... I need to get to Gridania." She glanced back up the path, she -did- need to get to Gridania, but she also didn't want to wander off down the path, she felt safer with the entire group, males and all. "Very well." The driver's smooth voice spoke once more. "Kieaira, think you can manage gathering some firewood without blushing?" He teased once more, giving a playful wink. She nodded and as she turned around, the drivers hand came down upon her behind in a playful smack. Kieaira turned bright red, and couldn't even muster a response, she merely took off to find said wood, leaving before anyone could say anything. Her mind reeling with questions. Why did he do that?! Is he some sort of pervert? Oh gods, I am not sleeping tonight... nope ... nope ... nope. The driver turned back to the others. "Fix him up and then go help her." The driver told Lorielle, a glare being flashed at the raven-haired Hyur.

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Kieaira had been busy repacking the cart, grunting softly .. she was unaware just how heavy some of the boxes were, but still she managed to get them all back into place, with only minimal bruising. When she had finished she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and smacked her lips together. Thirsty... One of the crates had been marked water ... would she get in trouble for opening it? She shook her head, she would risk it ... work it off if she couldn't pay for it. She cracked open the box just as Lorielle returned with Clavier, and Tobias as well. A look of concern crossed her features, but she knew there was not much she could do.. "Water?" She asked, pulling a few vials of water from the box, holding them out if anyone wanted some, and taking one for herself. She popped the cork and raised the glass vial to her lips, closing her eyes as the liquid poured down her throat. She drained about half the bottle before pulling her head away in disgust. "Ugh ... it's warm.." She murmured, re-corking the bottle and slipping it into her pocket. Better than nothing... Moving away from the back of the cart so Lorielle could tend to the others, she noticed green specs of something in the sand. Upon closer inspection the specs appeared to be bits of leaf... a very particular leaf ... The gyshal greens! She reached to her back pocket, they were in fact gone ... and there hidden by the cart stood one of the chocobos happily munching away. It gave a soft "kweh" as Kieaira slowly approached, hand out stretched, trying to show she was friendly. Another "kweh" and the bird moved its' head, pushing it against Kieaira's hand, causing a small smile to form upon the young Miqo'te's lips. "Seems like she likes you." A smooth voice came from behind, startling the young girl as she quickly whipped around, the chocobo merely going back to its' munching. "O-Oh!!" Redness touched her cheeks as she looked up into the sparkling blue eyes of the driver, it would seem his anger had subsided on his walk and he had found the chocobo as well, without anyone even noticing their return. "Sorry." She forced a nervous smile, bringing her hands together in front of her as she played with her fingers, unsure of what to say to the man, especially after his scene with Tobias earlier. "You've nothing to be sorry for, lass." He smiled, placing a gentle hand upon her shoulder. "No need to be shy ... looks like our arrival in Gridania is going to be delayed, so may as well feel comfortable in your fellow travelers presence." Kieaira looked up at him and nodded, the blush still prominent on her face. "W-wait... delayed?!" Her voice perked up a bit, as the driver turned around heading towards the back of the cart to address the others as well. "The water is tainted with the toads toxins ... we need to wait at least a day for it to disperse, we'll be setting up camp here." Kieaira's ears wilted and she looked around. "H-Here?! With all the animals out there..." She whimpered softly. "Aye, or you can walk back to Black Brush and catch the next cart to Gridania in a week, unless you can bribe someone else to take you, but they might be thieves, or ruffians." He smirked, winking at Kieaira, whose eyes had gone wide, and she looked around nervously. "Besides, these two are probably going to need some rest... and it is well past lunch time now." He raised a hand to block the light from his eyes as he looked up at the position of the sun. "Almost time for dinner..." The driver looked back at the group, a serious expression on his face. "You all need to decide what you want to do, so I can give out tasks... we need to make a fire and find some shelter before nightfall."

The water directly around the toad were a dark murky colour, almost black as the toxins drained from the toad, tainted most of the water. However ... not far away was a small pool of water that was blocked off from the rest by a sand bank that would be clear as the sky. Kieaira winced as she heard the two men arguing and she looked up watching as Tobias was hit and walked off to find the chocobos. This isn't going very well at all ... I should do .... something.... With a sigh she pulled herself up out of the sand, her navy blue clothing littered with little brown specs of sand, but she didn't bother to wipe it off, instead she rushed to catch up with the driver. "C-can I help?" She murmured gently placing a hand upon his arm. The driver whipped around, nearly knocking Kieaira onto her behind, a scowl upon his face. "O-Oh!" He said suddenly startled. "It's you ... I'm sorry." He reached a hand out to help steady the Miqo'te, whose face was now a bright red, and a look of shame crossed her features. "Sorry ... I thought you were..." His sky-blue eyes shifted off in the direction Tobias had went. "Never mind... Here." He pulled out some gyshal greens and handed them to Kieaira. "Don't go far, keep the caravan in sight, just what we need is missing passengers." He smiled at her briefly, though it was clear he was still angered, and walked off trying to follow chocobo tracks. Kieaira turned and walked back to the caravan, the greens in hand, trying to figure out how she could help if she couldn't go out of sight. Finally an idea struck her, she could, at the very least, pick up the cargo that had been spilled. She went to work right away, picking up boxes and bags and placing them back into the cart, pausing for a moment to see what the others were up too.

The toad screeched from the continuous assault, the arrowheads pierced its' skin alright, but also caused a short spray of toxin to spurt forth from its' body, I would not want to be near it when that happened! Suddenly the shrieks turned into a gurgle as one last arrow pierced its' vulnerable belly, and the toads squirming became much less frantic until finally it flopped over dead in the shallow waters. Kieaira breathed a small sigh of relief, the assault was over, and she sunk down into the sand behind the cart, her ears wilting as she looked at the ground. Pathetic. The only thought that came to mind. "Gods damn it all!" The driver shouted, he was not going near the dead toad to retrieve his spear that was now covered in toxin and on top of it all the chocobos had run off. "And you!" He shouted, whirling around to face Tobias. "Off with the women instead of helping!" He threw his hands up in frustration, before wiping the sweat from his brow, and spitting into the sand. Kieaira lifted her head to watch the driver yell at the raven-haired Hyur, before he headed back towards the cart, pulling his shirt off in the meantime, revealing his well-toned abs. Kieaira would have thought he was handsome and consequently blushed as he walked by ... but she was far too lost in her own thoughts of self-pity, from not being able to help with the battle. Grumbling, the driver grabbed a bag that had fallen from the cart in all the commotion and reached inside, pulling forth a bushel of gyshal greens he tossed them towards Tobias. "Get to work." Was all he said as he wandered off, following the footsteps of one of the runaway chocobos.

The sound of the toad screeching in pain, echoed in the area known as the Clutch, oh how it made Kieaira's ears hurt, the long, rounded ears picking up noises much clearer than those of other races ... and this was almost deafening to her. She reached up and clasped her hands over her ears as she looked around, tears in her eyes from the sheer pain of the shrieking. The toad's good eye had focused on Lorielle and had been about to lash out at her with its' tongue before Clavier had distracted it, causing the large amphibian to leap into the air towards him, only to be shot at once more, causing the toad to fall back into the water, causing a spray to fly out towards those around it. The driver of the cart was drenched, blonde hair falling across his blue eyes as he glared and charged forward, with the toad now flopping about on its' back, it was a perfect time to attack. He stuck his spear into the ground, using it for momentum as he leaped into the air, pulling the spear up and thrusting it down towards the toads abdomen. The creature screamed in agony as it was again assaulted, flopping about even more as the driver hung on to his spear, if the beast managed to roll over, he would surely be crushed. "Again!" He shouted towards Clavier, a few more shots to the stomach would surely kill the beast. The driver grimaced as his hands began to slip, sweat making it hard to keep hold of his spear as he found himself coming closer to the stomach of the toad, which oozed a purple toxin from the few wounds it had. "Shit, shit. shit!" He grumbled, before finally jumping back, leaving his weapon sticking out of the beast, which now rocked onto its' side, it would soon be up once more. "NOW!" Shouted the driver. Kieaira watched the battle with a whimper, she felt helpless ... she had no combat training, no magical training, she could do nothing more than pray for the toad to die, perhaps then she could at least help search for the Chocobos.

"Lorielle!" Kieaira screeched as she saw the crimson stain upon Tobias' chest. She knew she didn't have to tell the Elezean woman what to do, but could not help but call out for her regardless. The toad had crouched down low, and was just about to jump upon Tobias and the driver, and possibly even Lorielle if she ran over in time ... but it shrieked out in pain instead, as Clavier's arrows flew true, the ends of which could now be seen sticking out of one of the toads large eyes. As it rolled it's eyes around, shrieking so loudly that it made Kieaira's ears hurt, the arrows rolled with it. The toad, now panicked and angered by the damage began hopping up and down, causing the earth beneath their feet rumble. "Get back!" Kieaira screeched, the toad was getting awfully close to Tobias and the driver. From out of nowhere, Kieaira found some small amount of bravery as she rushed over with a quick burst of speed,hand stretching out for the driver, who clasped his hand with hers and stumbled to his feet as she pulled him further back, hoping Lorielle would take care of Tobias. "Thanks." The driver flashed a smile towards Kieaira, that would have made her blush had she not been so panicked, hands resting on her knees as she panted softly, pale blue gaze shifting towards the cart. Where are those other Miqo'te?! The driver rushed back to the caravan, pulling forth a large spear from beneath his seat, and turning to face the beast. "The underbelly!" He shouted towards Clavier whom was already armed. "Be careful of the toxins!" As he shouted directions, the beast jumped higher, this time he would surely fall where Tobias had been laying, one could only hope he had somehow managed to move, whether by Lorielle's aid or elsewise.

Kieaira's face scrunched up, her forehead wrinkled and a frown played upon her thin lips as she looked up at Lorielle after being moved around without a chance to protest ... not that she would in this case. From her facial expression she might have looked like she was in pain, but the way her pale skin had turned a bright red, it would be clear she was more embarrassed than hurt. "I'm okay." She forced a small smile. She did in fact feel a bit sore, perhaps a bruise or two would form, but not enough to be really hurt, or to have anyone fuss over her. "Th-Thanks." She nodded, and then shifted to see if she could see what the commotion was about. The toad let forth a sickening croak that rumbled the ground as its' beady eyes looked upon the caravan with curiosity. The chocobos had stopped struggling against their reigns, but were visibly upset by the large creatures sudden appearance. Kieaira rose to her feet, shaking slightly but she was quick to steady herself. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she wanted to see the commotion for herself. "We should see if we can help." She nodded towards Lorielle. Though you'll probably be of more help than I. Carefully she hoped down off the back of the cart and moved to the side to watch from a safe distance, not wanting to be in the way of anything. Another croak, and this time the toad's long tongue flopped out from its' mouth the tip landing mere inches from the chocobos, which sent them into another frenzy. The toad pulled its' tongue back into its' mouth with a sickening slurp, its' saliva leaving a trail in the dirt, sticky, and most likely laced with the toxin where it had gotten its' name from. "Look out!" Kieaira cried out towards Tobias and the driver, as the chocobos broke their reigns, each running off in a different direction, one of them knocking the driver onto the ground, nearly kicking him in the head as it leaped over him. Kieaira turned her attention back towards the toad, its eyes now landing on Tobias, and it looked as if it was getting ready to jump.

Kieaira felt somewhat better now that the stranger had a name, but his attitude and the way he presented himself, made her fidgit in her seat, and ultimately his response was met with a small nod as she looked away once more. She shifted in her seat, pressing her back against the wall as she pulled her feet up onto the bench, facing Lorielle, as she wrapped her arms around her knees. Are we there yet? She contemplated saying aloud, but not wanting to bother the blonde-haired, blue-eyed driver, she merely thought it to herself and let out a soft sigh. Her vision shifted to the scenery as they made their way down into The Clutch. A suddenly loud "KWEH!" from the chocobos, and the sudden stopping of the cart, jostled Kieaira from her seat and she quickly found herself landing hard onto the floor of the cart with a 'Thud'. "W-what happened?" She looked around inquisitively, an expression of worry crossing her features. In front of the cart, a large toxic toad had suddenly jumped in front of the caravan spooking the chocobos, which the driver was trying to calm down, while keeping an eye on the toad in case it decided to attack. It was big enough it could easily hop on top of the cart and crush it, or wrap it's long tongue around one of the chocobos paralyzing and eating it. "Boy! Get yer arse out here and help me calm these birds down!" The driver shouted, presumably towards Tobias. He had gotten control of one of the birds, but the other one was still pulling against its' harness. http://i1304.photobucket.com/albums/s534/Melisa_Sider/toad_zps68d11e1f.png[/img]

Kieaira's ears perked up as the Seeker spoke of 'searching for someone'. She swallowed audibly but didn't look his way. She wanted to ask him who ... but surely if it was she, he would have said something when she so-willingly gave her name earlier. Or would he? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. To the others, all they would see is Kieaira frowning as she smacked herself lightly in the forehead with a tiny fist, she halted as she felt eyes on her, but she dared not look up to meet anyone's gaze. Slowly she drew in a deep breath. Calm down. You are seriously too jumpy... I swear once I get to Gridania, I am hiring a body guard ... or a combat teacher ... or something! She opened her eyes and lifted her head, letting it rest against the back of the cart, rolling it slowly to look over at the dark haired Hyur once more, waiting for his response to her earlier question.

Kieaira's eyes widen with a panic look, though it would go unnoticed for the most part as she quickly lowered her head, her ivory bangs falling over her eyes, shielding them from view, though her hair would provide no cover for the redness of her cheeks. "H-Here!" She squeaked shoving the sandwich into Tobias' hands and pulling her own back into her body, quickly folding them together tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white and she realized she had been holding her breath. Slowly, so as to not draw attention, she let the air leave her lungs, and took in a fresh breath. The cart rocked slightly as it rolled over the rocky road, leaving Black Brush Station behind and heading towards Camp Drybone, the sun slowly climbing higher into the sky, causing the air around them to heat up, and Kieaira was starting to feel it. Small beads of sweat had begun to form on her forehead, to the point where she was forced to unclasp her hands and reach for her bag that rest upon the floor of the cart. She dared not look at anyone as she reached down and pulled forth a small square piece of cloth which she used to dab at her forehead. I wish I were home. She found herself longing for the cool shade of the large trees of the Black Shroud, and more so than that, the comfort of her tiny home, where she lived alone, away from prying eyes, and questions. Sure it's a lonely life ... but clearly I am not good with this social interaction stuff... Should I blame my parents for raising me to be like this? A soft sigh was the only sound that escaped her lips as they continued to ride along the path. Don't be silly, Kieaira. It's not their fault... Why can''t you just be like the other girls? This thought caused her to raise her head and peer over at Lorielle once more, a small smile crossing her lips. She's shy too... I guess I'm not completely alone... Softly she cleared her throat. "I ... err ... I don't recall your name." Her question was directed towards the dark haired male, but she dare not look at him, his actions confused her, and his silence only made her worry more ... if that was even possible.

Kieaira's ears twitched and she turned her head towards the conversation between the attractive driver and the raven-haired male, she leaned back a bit to peek between the boards of the cart, her gaze landed on the traveler, his cheeks puffed out and a few crumbs spraying from his lips as he spoke. A smile crept its' way onto her face and she couldn't help but let forth a soft chuckle. As the male hopped back onto the back of the cart, a flush touched her cheeks and she quickly turned to look at Lorielle, well at what she was handing over. A small notebook of drawings. Slowly she flipped through the book, taking time to look at each one. "Wow..." she said softly. "These are -really- good." She paused on a picture of a small furry creature, and a thought of Kyubey, the little carbuncle came to her. She made a mental note to start a letter to Aartur soon, and closed the notebook, handing it back to Lorielle. "Thank you for sharing these with me, they are beautiful." The grumblings of the driver brought her attention forward, and she reached down into her satchel, pulling forth the other half of her sandwich. "Here." She said softly, holding it up towards the driver, who looked over his shoulder and laughed, flashing her a smile. "Oh that's just fine, we'll be stopping in a bit, I'll survive 'till then." He winked at her, before shooting a glare in Tobias' direction. Kieaira blushed and lowered her hand, looking down at the sandwich. "Hrm..." She mumbled, and then looked towards the raven-haired man. "Still hungry?" She squeaked, her voice cracking, making her cheeks turn a deeper red as she held the other half of the sandwich out towards him, but trying to avoid any sort of eye contact.