His hand lashed out at the apex of several end over end flips through the air to plant and grip against a wall, pushing off of it to hurl himself down another corridor while yet aloft. Now this time with body again fully stretched, twisting in a series of perfect spirals through an arc that carried him javelin swift all along the next hall, and in front of Syn. His hands lifted up and pressed to the ceiling, giving him a split second axis to straighten his body along, landing then close to soundlessly on the balls of his feet and perching that way for a moment, birdlike, before standing more properly.<br/><br/>He regarded her with a curious and quizzical tilt of his masked head as he caught the sigh. He tapped his mask's expression with long and slender finger for a moment, his way of combining with the body language he felt her skills could read to silently ask if her desires were being a bother, given what the face of it was storied to represent among their kind.<br/><br/><br/><br/>