His memories were a little fuzzy and then some. He wasn't trying to scare this woman. Quite the opposite really. He was trying to answer her questions as honestly as he can. It was like when he wanted to say something other than what he was saying...it became very difficult to do so. He shakes his head and frowns a bit. He was Egyptian he knew that much for certainty. He had no mixture of blood in his form. His markings were unearthly and would not match any markings of any group of people. New or old it wouldn't matter there was just no markings like them.<br/><br/>Unless...you read up on the myths of the god who was unlike the other gods. Storytales that even the Egyptian themselves believed were false. Who was going to believe there was a god born that was different from the others? Not many that was for sure. That is why he was a tightly guarded treasure and secret. One that was forgotten yet kept hidden over the centuries that passed by.<br/><br/>He didn't say anything for a moment. About to answer when she sprawled into him and he had to catch her. She was half sitting in his lap now. He looks at her. Steadying her and looked down at her. Wondering why she crashed into him. At least until she explained it. He was toned and muscular and naturally slow. "It is alright. What is a seat belt?" he asks with a clearly puzzled look on his expression. "In any case you are fine. So long as you are unhurt there is no issue with you ending up that close." He says simply.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Wondering if she had forgotten her question. If she hadn't he would answer should she ask it again. He only knew how to answer it with a few words. Maybe two or three at the most.