In all of his life Tyr had met very few people so willing to assist a stranger. Namely this fellow and Captain Hunt. Of course, Tyr was not so cynical as to think his life was the sort everyone lived, for it had been hard even by the standards of his race -- who were survivalists who believed in conquering their fears and their weaknesses. Still, just like Dylan, this man's open offer of help was more than a little confusing to Tyr.

Not to say that he would turn him down.

"You have my thanks," he replied, sincere despite a certain incredulousness at so open an offer of help. And he offered Angeal the hand not currently occupied by the gun's strap.

"Tyr Anasazi."