To suddenly have what appears to be some kind of overgrown glittery butterfly in his face is exceptionally off-putting, and if he hadn’t learned some sense of restraint during his travels the thing would have been punched away very quickly. As it is, however, P’rihnn simply hops back with a small shout of surprise, before eyeing it carefully. It doesn’t look hostile...

At the sound of a voice however, his hands go to the chakrams at his hips reflexively before he realises that this person is also not hostile. Maybe being in an unfamiliar place has put him a little too on edge?

“I could ask you the same thing,” he answers, hands leaving his chakrams as he straightens up. Another miqo’te... a seeker, like him. It’s not often he runs into other Tia, so this is a bit surprising. “I was in the middle of a fight, and then I was here.”