[Ximilia? It rings a bell as "known but unknown", though he's still too out-of-sorts to parse it; neither ZAFT or Alliance, which is what matters to him in the moment. He doesn't... relax, exactly, but his aggression eases off into a normal degree of caution instead. He does need medical attention, probably. All this blood's supposed to be on the inside, and he has no idea how bad his injuries are. He vaguely recalls protecting Meyrin in the cockpit as everything exploded around them, but not much else. And hang on, "space station"? He was on Earth... just how long has he been unconscious?
Shaking his head, he dismisses his wandering thoughts for the moment, rolling himself over and slumping against the wall. For a moment he just sits there, breathing hard.]
Okay... thanks. Sorry for... yelling. I- [He hesitates before he can introduce himself, then offers instead,] Alex.
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Shaking his head, he dismisses his wandering thoughts for the moment, rolling himself over and slumping against the wall. For a moment he just sits there, breathing hard.]
Okay... thanks. Sorry for... yelling. I- [He hesitates before he can introduce himself, then offers instead,] Alex.