[ silena watches him like an owl, big eyes unblinking. ]

And yet here I am. You're not acting like yourself.

[ she knows this because helena just had to hold her down kicking and screaming to force the empathy bond into her to excise the gas. it doesn't matter that she doesn't know the man himself; maybe he is exactly like this all the time, but she's taking a chance on the possibility that he isn't a french hulk.

(what is hulk in french? she doesn't know it instinctively anymore so she has to reach for actual knowledge for this mental tangent. l'incroyable... hulk. maybe. hopefully his ability isn't mind reading.)

hmm. ]

If you back off I'll buy you a drink. [ a beat. ] And a chocolate croissant.