Damsels in distress? Cadmus lifted his eyebrows at her, an amused tilt to the corners of his mouth, because that was the first time he'd been called a damsel. First time he'd been rescued, actually. With an amused little snort, he scratched at the side of his neck, along part of the raised scar stretching across his throat.
"Ahh. Not much of an extrovert, then?" he asked. "I understand that. Cities are...suffocating." Too many bodies and smells and sounds and sights. It got overstimulating fast, and he still felt awkward, like he didn't fit in. He apparently had no issues blending in when he visited, but he'd never had issues faking confidence even when he felt insecure. Like any animal, you hid your weaknesses, your injuries, and bluffed like hell.
With a little shrug of his shoulders, he glanced around the area. "What were you looking for, if you don't mind my asking? I may have seen something in my travels."