As she watched the man stir, Akira stepped back, clutching the stranger's weapons tight even though her arms were shaking from the effort. Clearly, the fall didn't kill him, and from the look of things, it didn't permanently disable him, but he didn't look so peachy, either. She flinched when he spoke, his armor responding to his command, though the last thing she had expected him to do was make himself more vulnerable. Still, she didn't give his weapons back, squaring her shoulders when he turned to her with the same look of shock her face must have worn.<br/><br/>"Sit your ass down first," she said, jutting her chin out at her couch. "I don't want you puking any more on my kitchen floor, and I don't want you making any sudden moves." Mentally waving away the thought that she might look ridiculous, she walked backward, then tossed both hammer and sword into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She sat with her back against it, her arms crossed. "Now, until I'm sure you're not gonna slit my throat, you keep this distance between us. Try and touch me and you'll be throwing up your guts next." For the moment, she wasn't sure how empty her threat was, but it was better than nothing.<span style="font-style: italic">Let's hope he doesn't call the bluff.</span><br/><br/>Not yet quite willing to answer him--not truthfully, at least--she tried assessing him first. His face may be disarming, but the smell of bile and blood helped remind her to stay on track here. If the armor-pendant-thing's chain was metal, or at least contained some metal, she might be able to get it off him. She had no idea what the armlet did. "From your clothes, wish I can say you're from Amria, and you defnitely don't belong here on Earth, but I can't place your armor. You don't get to ask the first question, because you're the one who fell outta the sky and put a giant dent in my city, and forgive me if I find it a tad weird that you don't know who I am, with that grand entrance you made. Start talking."