[This is genuine kindness, unlooked for, unexpected.

Fizz keeps his gaze locked onto Regis' eyes, looking for any flicker of a clue that this is a trap or anything about this is untrue. He learned a long time ago that the eyes were where to look for things like that, often speaking far more honestly than a wide smile or a jovial tone.

It's the crouch that finally convinces him. It's not a position a predator would take, it puts Regis too off-balance. If Fizz could actually fight worth shit, then he could take advantage of someone knelt like that.]

...Fizzarolli. My name, I mean, it's Fizzarolli.

[He hesitates on answering the other question, given how fucking illegal it is for him to even be in the living world. But fuck it... seriously, fuck it, he's not about to spit in the face of help when he's this lost. Though he does take another step backwards until he feels stone against his back, just in case.]

I'm-- uh, not human.

[Smooth, Fizz.

He shrugs as if to brush off what he actually is as unimportant, and then hisses slightly in pain as his shoulder reminds him of the rough landing he had here. Damn, he really hopes nothing is damaged.]

You know, you really are being fucking calm about this.