He never means to make people cry... but she wouldn't be the first woman he's made cry, much less this month. Her laugh though made him smile, he couldn't even help it. Her laughter was as pretty as her singing voice. Sirens were a rare charm.

"Oh." Was all he could say as his smile went awkward. He looked around then worried, an almost cute nervous laugh escaped. "As long as no one tries to eat me, I'll be okay, my weapons were in the car...and the car's not here." He spoke a touch uneasy, before offering his hand over, his hands mostly clean but rough from years of fighting.

"My names Francis." He figured introductions might help. "And now I guess, I am lost." His eyes shifted around again, as if looking at something not there.