<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sigurd Thomas<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Aurelia<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Is it because you have a lamb in the canister?</strong><br/><br/>Sigurd’s brows shot upwards and his eyes went white in bewilderment at her strange response. Was that a code or something? What…who said things like that? Why hadn’t he learned about it? Immediately, a man in his brain began running toward a book stack and he pulled out an encyclopedia-sized book called “Memory” and began spastically flipping through it. Lambs…canister…he didn’t even know how to respond to that.<br/><br/>“Eh?” was the only confused sound he had managed to utter after the stupor she had left him in.<br/><br/><strong>Sorry, my words form faster than my brain can react, sometimes. Most of the time. New places and all that. The crowd doesn’t entirely help. But, an opening address from Headmaster Ozpin himself is well worth a little discomfort, don’t you think?</strong><br/><br/>His anxiety began to settle now that actual sentences that he understood began to leave her lips. “I suppose so…”<br/><br/>As soon as Aurelie extended her hand, Sigurd flinched, having not expected the gesture. His paranoid mind had registered it as an attack attempt and one of his hands left a shoulder strap to halt just above it as he realized instantly in mid-action that she was offering a friendly gesture. His hand shook a little. He almost attempted to break her hand in one smooth motion.<br/><br/><em>Get a damn grip!</em>he mentally scolded himself. Spreading his fingers, Sigurd brought his palm gently against her own and rough calloused digits closed about it in a firm grip. A rosy tint flashed on his cheeks as he apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m just. I’m really bad at the uh…first impressions thing. Sigurd. Sigurd Thomas is my name.”<br/><br/>Releasing her hand, a small smile curled on his lips as he shrugged his canister from his shoulders and brought it around for her to examine.<br/><br/>“I saw you eying my hammer,” he informed. “I guess you…find it interesting?”