[Of course he does. He's still adverse to breaching any personal space lines here, so instead he'll just simply set out the Thermos itself at as far as he could from himself so the woman or her Pokemon could retrieve it and divide it amongst themselves. It was still about half full, and could likely do two more cups each between the three of them.]
Please, have all you'd like. As for who we are...I am Matthias of Union, affiliated with the Swords of the Savior...a group dedicated to maintaining peace and order here. I'm sure...if you have any other questions of us...we can adequately answer them as well.
[A problem was slowly becoming apparent with Matthias, though it was not readily obvious to anyone who wasn't looking or paying attention to him directly. The adrenaline of the situation had worn off, removing any dulling effect it had had on his rib injury; he'd rolled directly into a full force kick that had been hard enough to send him skidding feet instead of inches and while nothing was broken or punctured, the difficulty he was having in catching his breath was indicative of very bad bruising of the ribs.
As well, even unbeknownst to him, he'd landed hard and smacked his head against the floor when he'd come to a stop, hard enough to leave a small gash on the side of his head which, while not bleeding profusely, was still bloody to say the least. The lack of adrenaline was also giving way to small bouts of dizziness, making it harder to focus than it was normally.
Not that he gave any of this real thought. He didn't have double vision and he attributed his symptoms to the flush of relief replacing his fear. He didn't even seem to notice the wound on his head in lieu of focusing on this poor girl. He could endure a few blows, he was a Sword of the Savior after all!
Basil noticed however, and was desperately trying to point others in the direction of the problems; it wasn't like Matthias had been responding to his rapid fire poking after all.]
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Please, have all you'd like. As for who we are...I am Matthias of Union, affiliated with the Swords of the Savior...a group dedicated to maintaining peace and order here. I'm sure...if you have any other questions of us...we can adequately answer them as well.
[A problem was slowly becoming apparent with Matthias, though it was not readily obvious to anyone who wasn't looking or paying attention to him directly. The adrenaline of the situation had worn off, removing any dulling effect it had had on his rib injury; he'd rolled directly into a full force kick that had been hard enough to send him skidding feet instead of inches and while nothing was broken or punctured, the difficulty he was having in catching his breath was indicative of very bad bruising of the ribs.
As well, even unbeknownst to him, he'd landed hard and smacked his head against the floor when he'd come to a stop, hard enough to leave a small gash on the side of his head which, while not bleeding profusely, was still bloody to say the least. The lack of adrenaline was also giving way to small bouts of dizziness, making it harder to focus than it was normally.
Not that he gave any of this real thought. He didn't have double vision and he attributed his symptoms to the flush of relief replacing his fear. He didn't even seem to notice the wound on his head in lieu of focusing on this poor girl. He could endure a few blows, he was a Sword of the Savior after all!
Basil noticed however, and was desperately trying to point others in the direction of the problems; it wasn't like Matthias had been responding to his rapid fire poking after all.]