[Viktor lifts the bike off her but feels the mental intrusion almost instantly--to his credit, he does not react, physically, but she'll feel it, a wall that erects itself automatically, like a reflex. He stares her down, unblinking yellow eyes flashing a warning as Jayce handles introductions and checks her for injury.
He straightens, still effortlessly lifting the motorcycle. Viktor sets it down gently, ensures that it's balanced, and then steps away, returning Jayce's glance.]
We won't harm you.
[Even if he just more or less sent her a mental stay out. Viktor will give her a once-over, making sure nothing is out of place. The motorcycle, at least, seems undamaged.]
no subject
He straightens, still effortlessly lifting the motorcycle. Viktor sets it down gently, ensures that it's balanced, and then steps away, returning Jayce's glance.]
We won't harm you.
[Even if he just more or less sent her a mental stay out. Viktor will give her a once-over, making sure nothing is out of place. The motorcycle, at least, seems undamaged.]