For whatever reason, that response makes Zevlor blink and look slightly confused. He knows a woman who devours peoples' brains? What? "I'll ask for a proper introduction later," he says mildly, opting to assume it's some sort of banter. In the meantime, he moves a couple steps closer to the stranger, who seems like he's in charge in the area, whatever or whoever else he might be.

He shakes his head at the implied question. "I was alone. Split off from the rest of my platoon to try to take down the ship. I don't think they were even taking prisoners at this point, just firing their weapons into the city."

Blast radius is alarming, but nothing he hasn't seen in the last few hours of battle, as he just implied. He nods, perfectly willing to run when and where he's told to. Of course, what neither of them has considered yet is how Zevlor is going to get back to where he came from without a psionic vessel, but...

Well. The protection of the local area is more important.