When he grabbed hold of her hand, her automatic reaction was to pull away.  There was no going around instinct, and it was normal to try and free oneself when a stranger suddenly took hold of your wrist.  Still, when her automatic tug failed to free her hand from the Lunar's grasp, Ivory Dove didn't appear to be all that distressed.  If anything, she looked out of breath.<br/><br/>As he bent to the ground and turned her hand around within his gasp, the young solar attempted to stumble out a question or two here and there, but otherwise remains silent as the man examines her hand as though he was examining the most precious stone on the planet.  The way he held her hand, the way he gazed at it, the way his breath blew warmth against her skin...it left her feeling...shaken, she supposed one might call it.  Shivering, the dark haired solar's eyes stare into the man's, unable to look away at this point even if she wanted to.<br/><br/>Reaching out, for a moment, Ivory's spare hand lowers onto the Lunar's own wrist, the hand that held a firm grip on her own hand; before slowly pulling it away.<br/><br/>A heart shaped face stared down to the angular youthful one and after a moment or two of intense silence, Ivory finally manages to find her voice. "I'm Ivory.  Ivory Dove." She says carefully; using her free hand to press against her chest, trying to express that she was giving him her name.