"Of course," Thace says as he gets to his feet. It's a little awkward; his limbs aren't the lengths and proportions that he's used to.

He's quick to move along with her, hardly needing the hand for encouragement. "That explains the reaction it had to me, but I don't know where I am or how..."

Almost sheepish, he trails off and answers the question. "I'm Thace, a Blade of Marmora. Forgive me. It seems Galra traditions aren't visibly Galra in this... body."