Lydia just kept an eye on him as he seemed to nurse a headache, though there was no wobbliness or indication that he was anything but fine. A bit shaken, probably, but fine. That was good; she was glad to see that. Too often, she'd shown up to people dying or about to dying or just healing after dying, and it'd be nice to find someone in relatively good condition for a change.

She realised, after a second, that he did have a metal arm. For some reason, she thought it was a shirt, or something just decorative. But no, it looked metal. That held her attention as he hunched and straightened and finally regarded her; only then did Lydia properly look at him again. "Aerilon. At the main docks. I don't suppose you've ever been the victim of interdimensional kidnapping, have you? That would make this much easier."