Lance nodded to the female as she placed her ointment covered hands on his shoulder. His clothing was partially destroyed due to the impact and the fire, yet luckily it was mostly salvageable and did still provide heat and protection. "Priestess Gabriella Sylvari."He said softly, feeling the words on his tongue. “Yes. Yes, I think that suits you.” He did tell his name right after that, seeing as she was not done yet with her little act of healthcare. These primitive people were quite gifted at herbs and spices, no doubt snorting the stuff on their day off. “I have no idea if any of my people are still alive, or with me. Perhaps some of them have enjoyed the hospitality you have given me so far.”<br/><br/>He heard a small beep on his watch go off, signaling a crewmember was nearby. During a last ‘routine checkup’ he had injected each crewmember with a tracking beacon. The reason had been simple; someone was stealing his wrenches. He had not told them of this, seeing as their lesser minds would never understand his great intellect, or paranoia. He grabbed a petal from the flower before he grabbed the fruit. Her barely paid any attention to it or her gesture of taking a bite herself. He sampled the fruit and swirled the petal around in his finger until it turned to a paste.<br/><br/>“Does it work on chaffed nipples as well?” He asked her with a boyish curiosity, fingers seconds away from applying it on his nipples to see firsthand if it did. He then remembered he was on a strange planet and that he had more important work to do. He completely ignored the bleeping sound on his watch and the fellow male human that came with it. “Well I am hardly alone if there are other creatures on this planet.” He stepped closer and took a strand of her hair in his fingers and began testing the softness of her hair. “Do you keep it longer for warmth or some strange primitive tradition?” He asked casually, unaware that he had just insulted her race and culture. He moved around her and placed a single digit on her shoulder and tested the muscle. “Musculus Deltoideus seems tighter than common, size regular. Cephalic vein clearly visible, yet less on the surface than male counterpart. Seems almost evolutionary defensive trait.” He prodded the shoulder a few more times before he placed the finger on her lip, wanting to part her lips to see her teeth, provided she let him.