â€œOn my eyes? Oh, this is a mask. It keeps the bad air out, yâ€™see. I used to have one of those lovely plague-doctor ones, but Iâ€™ve not found one I liked in any timeline lately.â€ Lucien explained. â€œUnless youâ€™re talking about my eyes themselves, but thatâ€™s a whole different mess to get into explaining.â€<br/><br/>Lucien pushed himself up to his feet with a quick, nimble spring of his hands. The girl was oddly nervous and apparently not the most socially competent humanoid heâ€™d ever met. Granted, his â€˜flightyâ€™ personality probably didnâ€™t lend itself to an easy conversation with someone shy, but that was hardly his fault, anyway. â€œFather a human and mother a cat, hmm? Goodness, Iâ€™m not quite sure how that all would work, honestly, and Iâ€™ve seen some interesting things.â€ he added, brushing off the back of his cloak. He looked around, his eyes showing him little leaks of temporal energy from where heâ€™d broken into this timeline. The air had slight tinges of temporal corruption but nothing of any note. Good, Lucien thought. He would be just fine here for the moment then.<br/><br/>â€œTraveling companion? Oh, thatâ€™s a tad tricky, I think! I canâ€™t quite promise I can get you back where we started if we leave. Traveling like I do isâ€¦ imprecise, quirky, flighty. Sort of like me, honestly. I kind of just run around and have things fall into place; out to see it all, yâ€™know, no real destination in mind beyond home when Iâ€™m done.â€ Lucien looked Nil over for a moment. â€œI see my clothes are a bit strange to you, well Iâ€™d wear something else more often, but Iâ€™m sort of recognized in this getup in some places, so I keep it handy.â€