"What are you doing here?" A simple question. Males had no business on the planet of Eve, but from the looks of things there was little way he was going to put the shattered pieces of metal back together and leave. At least, not anytime soon. "You know your kind are not welcomed on Eve, no? You could be killed by the Elder's hands, eaten by a number of creatures, or killed by me." She was curious. Threats were not really her forte. Not when she didn't truly mean them. A sigh escaped her lips and light green orbs looked around, just in case there were more. Her bow was hung on her back once more and the bag was placed upon the ground. "How bad is it?" She asked, only having moved a foot closer. She now stood about four feet from the seemingly injured male. She had no idea what he was capable of or what his intentions may have been. She was going no where near him until she had a few answers. It had been quite a while since she had laid eyes upon a male. Her last encounter was not something she liked to remember.sa<br/><br/><br/>The man eyed the female on his right, eyes eying her wardrobe and arsenal. The muscular development in her shoulder and wrists spoke of some training with the bow, promising quick movements and explosive strength. He licked his lips as he stood up straighter and eyed her once more, this time entranced by her way of speech. Since the great divide mankind and womankind have had…. ‘little’ diplomacy. Most of it was done by spear or rifle, thrown in with the occasional curse and grunt. That his woman was speaking with him at all spoke volumes about her curiosity.<br/><br/>“Apparently playing cards for a while longer than expected.” He told her. It was completely true of course, yet he doubted that this woman would understand the humor behind the words. God where was a grunt or gun maniac when you needed one. Probably most of them died in some horrible crash. Typical! “Are we not?” He asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice. He had a overly relaxed and friendly expression on his face, coupled with a hint of instability. When she spoke of his injuries, enquiring how bad it was, the glint in his eyes changed. She was fumbling in his area of expertise, something that intrigued him. The pieces of the puzzle quickly fell into place. The way she was hesitant to kill him at first sight, asked about injuries, even warn him. He hoped he was right in believing she was one of the ‘priestess’ woman kind had. They were the equivalent of a male doctor, if not a bit more chanting and drinking goat pee in the hopes of recovery. Although this is what most of mankind chose to believe.<br/><br/>“Nothing major. No broken bones or any of the sorts. I believe the worst of it is a nicked artery that has closed by now and a subluxation of my left shoulder.” He placed his right hand on his shoulder and felt it as if emphasizing that this was the location of the pain. The impact on the water surface had been harsh and violent, yet a subluxation was much better than a full one. He stepped closer, eyes never glancing at her daggers or the powerful bow on her back. Part of his ‘impressive’ social skills was the fact that he barely paid attention to personal space. So there he stood, a billion questions visible in his eyes as he glanced at this strange and exotic specimen in front of him.<br/><br/>“I think protocol demands us to introduce ourselves before we start any experimentation.”