"Yes ma'am," he answers in the stiff and immediate response granted by military indoctrination. He pauses, clearly reevaluating his response before nodding with that ever-present half-smile of his.

"Yep, sure am. Too, though? So you are? Awesome! I've been making rounds trying to get to know people but haven't spoken to another "Rifter" before," he admits with equal parts excitement and mocking, pausing his page-turning long enough to hold his hands up in the bunny-eared quotations gesture. He's not sure what to make of the whole Rifter title simply because he doesn't like that a handful of folks seem to be wary of them, afraid they might be demons. He's certainly been a devilish pain, before, but he's as human as they come.

Well, aside from being Kossith, at present. But still, thinking he's evil just because he fell out of a hole in the sky is just rude.

"Kicked back for a nap on my ship to pass time, ended up falling out of the sky, nearly drowning, kicking some demon ass and got brought up this way by this fantastic lady. She was and elf. elves are awesome," he nods, matter-of-fact in tone. Let someone tell him different.

"So, Miss Hermione, where'd you come from? A world other than mine, I imagine? So far as I know I'm the only one from mine right now."