Zel was about to respond to Ahmaht when he thought he saw Sigrun start to shift a bit. He turned his focus to the purple-haired knight, waiting to see if she was waking up. Not only that, but she wrestled from the foreigner's grip only to fall, head first, on his foot. It was... an act worthy of Sigrun. And with her next comment, they had come back to their regular level of randomness. He didn't really think to worry if she'd hurt her head. For one thing, she'd gotten back up again rather easily. And for another, he doubted much damage could be done to the girl's head beyond what already had been.<br/><br/>"Gee, how ever did you manage that?" Zel asked rhetorically and with a hint of sardonicism. He really didn't want an answer, nor need one, considering he'd witnessed the event for himself. "You can go first if you'd like, Ahmaht," a polite way of saying that he wanted the other man to go first, rather than himself. He still wasn't comfortable enough with these people to start discussing his past. Well... maybe Larea, but not Ahmaht, and certainly not Sigrun.