When the stranger moved closer, Azriel moved back again. He didn’t have the intentions of shooting the stranger. However, if it came down to it, he probably would. Was he a local on this planet? Part of him was hoping he was, but then again that would make things harder on him if he did decide to shoot him. He didn’t know what kind of law enforcement was here and didn’t have any intentions of finding out either.<br/><br/>When it was mentioned there were clothes in the bag, he tried to speak again. Once more, his voice failed him, there was just more coughing. It was difficult to keep his gun aimed at the stranger. To keep focused, he thought of the bag, and the contents inside. He… He… he did not want to believe he had taken something as useless to him as clothes. He felt a strong desire to look and see if that was true. Could he have grabbed something as simple as clothes?<br/><br/>More importantly… Wait… bloody nose?<br/><br/>He was unable to help it. Dropping the bag to free his hand, he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Sure enough, there was blood. “What..?” He finally managed to speak, but his voice sounded hoarse. The blood was trickling steadily, but it was enough to be bothersome and would get worse if left untreated. He suddenly felt himself swaying slightly where he stood, feeling weak in the knees. Blood was something he could handle well… but…<br/><br/>Azriel shook his head and returned his attention to the stranger. He was going to reach for the bag again when he mentioned something interesting: plunging from the sky. How could he have possibly known that he was not from here? He doubted this guy had any idea what he had just been through. Unless he could read his mind, which he also doubted, then there was just no way. It had to be coincidence, right? Well, whatever it was, he did know that this was no laughing matter.<br/><br/>“How… How did you… know?” The words slipped out before he could catch himself. He was silent for a moment, feeling something strange moving through his body again. He shivered, the gun trembling in his hand. “How did…” He repeated, is voice weaker this time. He was trying to tell himself that this guy didn’t know. But the words refused to come out; his throat felt dry. Something to drink would be nice right about now…<br/><br/>Something new clicked in his mind: why was this man not in the same state as he was?<br/><br/>He spoke again, “How are you…” This time, it was a whisper and he couldn’t finish the thought. A wave of nausea hit him. This time it had been enough to bring him to his knees, and he vomited. Combined with the bloody nose, he was nearly gasping for air.<br/><br/>What the hell? There had to be something more to this. If he could hold out, he was going to get to the bottom of this.