Northstar Vale i've got margaritas in my blood

How convenient for him to have an audience nearby just waiting to witnesses the masterpiece that was his bruised ego. Fortunately he didn't dwell on the embarrassment of the whole situation for long and picked himself up just as the woman came round to lay her sights on him. Her words cut sharp, though it was her call for aid that left him lingering on the tips of his toes.

"Xizur" he introduced flatly, nose flaring as he tipped his head skyward to glance at the ledge he'd fallen from. "I fell" came his explanation, a sliver of humiliation trickling across his feature upon admitting what had happened out loud. Not a breath after the words had left his mouth did his attention snap back towards the greyscale stranger, sea salt eyes unabashedly sweeping over her figure as he shook his injured leg free of any pebbles that had clung to the wound. 

"How do I get out of here?" came his next choice of words, because obvious he wasn't getting out of here the way he'd gotten in.