When she speaks up again from behind him he twitches ever so slightly, gives an unhappy grunt, and adds that movement to the mental list he's compiling of her abilities. What items he knows to put on said list would be damned annoying enough to face in a fight; what items have yet to be added, likely, are more so.

That's a problem for later. Possibly for never. For now he does what comes most easily and the one she's unbalanced is tied, along with the two beside it. If there are others - hard to tell, even adapted as his eyes have to this dark - they'll have to fight between their fellows and the narrow, flexing walls of this corridor to get close.

"Haven't seen this place," he notes. "It's all been familiar so far, places from my own world. My universe. This one's new. What is it? Yours?"