"So you just...hope that he is here." Gadriel on the contrary, hopes none of his brothers are. This place is rife with heresy as it was. The last thing he would want would be for any of his brothers to be similarly endangered as he was.

He's not unsympathetic. Just large and socially awkward. "I understand. This place has torn us from our plans." His brothers are fighting, and probably dying, and here he is, with people with stupid holiday beverages and unimaginable strangeness. "They say that time has stopped back home--when--if--we go home, we are at the moment we have been taken." If she believes that. He is not sure he does. It would be the most desired lie.

He looks down at his armor for a moment. "Yes. Like me. Power armor. About my height." Titus was a little taller than he was, but probably not enough to be noticed by mortals.