What--? [Three fingers--that's not the norm of society now is it? Aðal's seen some pretty interesting alien species in his life but he's fairly certain they had more than three fingers. Still, due to the nature of his childhood the green colored, shelled man doesn't freak him out as much as it should, only giving a second to double take and move his grip to the others.]

Are you sure you got me? 'Cause sometime's people say they have you and they don't then--yeah okay, you got it. [He rambles as in the momentum, he follows the tug and clambers over the side of the building. He's quick to hop away from the ledge and look over to the masked individual.]

You're a fuckin' lifesaver, friend. I--I need to breathe. [Weeze, hack, cough--okay.]