Just because we're dressed the same doesn't mean we are the same.

[ There might be a good argument to have more sympathy for other people, but right now Rhys is disoriented and his response to that is a carefullness that seems to come back around to recklessness.

He does make an attempt to reset, taking a deep breath, focusing his gaze on the ceiling of the train for a moment. His voice, when he speaks next, is more wry than hostile. Still not friendly, but there's a danger in being remotely friendly to strange women. ]

I try not to make a habit of being kidnapped, but this isn't my first time either. It is my first time on a new world.