The boy was beginning to calm slightly, at least, his breathing was back under control and he took a moment to push his hair back from his face. The creature ... person ... was standing there, staring at him with odd eyes that seemed to shine in the dim light of the mausoleum. They seemed perfectly at ease with the situation; like convincing two armed men to just turn tail and walk away was a normal, everyday occurrence for them. Just completely bog standard. Absolutely nothing weird here, nope.<br/><br/>Edging away from the wall, the teen let his shoulders relax. He believed this Rue, whoever they were, that they weren't going to kill him. After all, if they'd wanted to, they would have had ample opportunity to do so. So he took a deep breath, raked his hands through his hair again and took another step from the wall. There was still panic there, underneath the thin veneer of calm that the boy had managed to cultivate, but there was no point letting it out now. He had too many questions and he wanted some answers.<br/><br/>"Okay -- Rue. It's nice to meet you, I think. T-thank you for getting rid of those two guys with guns...." He paused and his hands found his slender hips. "How did you know I needed help, though? I mean, I was<em>hoping</em>someone would hear me... but how did you know?"<br/><br/>There was another pause and the boy realized that he hadn't introduced himself. "Oh, I'm Raine." And he held out his hand for a handshake. It seemed like the polite thing to do and he'd been taught to always be polite.