Devin. [The name is significantly different from the sorts he's used to, so he's trying it out.] Do you make a habit of rescuing strangers on the streets, Devin?

[Fai smiles at the second part, still not looking particularly worried. It's not patronizing, either. Just a friendly, bright smile, made somewhat gruesome by the blood still spattered across his face.]

You must be very strong, then. You're a warrior of some sort?