"Oh," says Amos, looking now at Havoc, and takes a few steps closer, extending his hand held flat so the horse can sniff it, if he wants to. Amos has always liked animals of all sorts, and can't help but be drawn to them. He's not sure if that's a reflection of his ability to communicate with them, or just his own nature: it's hard to tell, sometimes. "You can hear me," he says, both aloud and mentally to Havoc. "I thought I felt something not-a-monster. Nice to meet you."

Glancing up at Seviilia, he tells her, "I'll try to stay out of your way, then, ma'am. What's his name?"