[ clair may be playing it off well, but lancelot still has lingering feelings about their... how would one describe that? "encounter"? before she turns to face him, she may notice that he's got a hand over his chest, gently rubbing the fabric over his skin. it actually bothers him, feeling his own hand there— he doesn't know why he does it other than the fact that he still feels the phantom brush of her breasts against him... and her thighs against his knees.

ah, no... he can't allow himself to succumb to such indecent thoughts. she may catch him waving it off—

luckily, he catches himself before long, trying to recall the last thing tells him— ] Um...

[ oh, how foolish of him. of course! the whole point going planetside is to find his fellow knights. ]

That's correct. [ on... both points. yes. ] This city seems quite large, so I don't expect to find them by mere chance.

[ at the very least, he attempts to compose himself again and turn to the young woman, smiling gently at her. ]

If you could just show me the landmarks, I'll be able to take it from there. I wouldn't want you to feel burdened by my ignorance...