â â Maybe but even so, it was a lot of hair to be smacked in the face with at once, â the worried reply is immediate as the summoner leans forward towards the stranger, offering her hands out should he need her assistance for any reason.
   Though her brows still remain furrowed with concern, there is something about this stranger⊠That almost seems familiar to Rydia. Why this is she couldnât say for as far as she knows, he reminds her neither of anyone she has come to know back home nor anyone else within this city (thus far, in any case). What a strange thing it is, to have your mind tell you that someone is familiar to you and yet you yourself know nothing of them.
   â Hmm. Thatâs true, though; if you hadnât been looming behind me, then this probably wouldnât have happened, â and while she smiles, the summoner does, indeed, have a point.Â
   â Iâm sure you must have had a good reason for doing so, however. â
     â is that so? â he grinned, lifting his right arm to flex it in jest, â good thing this old man is pretty tough then, huh? â
   he faltered upon her remark, then reached back to scratch at the nape of his neck, laughing it off awkwardly. she was pretty frank, wasnât she? he felt a little strangely about the situation, although he couldnât quite place why. since when had he cared about a little misunderstanding on occasion? well whatever, it wasnât as if he was without reason, â hahaha, yâgot me! i thought you looked familiar, so i was trynna take a peek without beinâ too conspicuous, but that really backfired, huh? â thereâs a reason heâs not an assassin class servant, after all.
   lancer shrugged it away then, his hand dropping to his side, â aah well! in any case, sorry for botherinâ you, miss. â